The blood moon is in the sky.
The entire Jiangcheng was shrouded in a strange dark red light, and the streets were deserted. Only the occasional shrill screams broke the dead silence.
Lin Mo stood on the top of the clock tower in the city center square, overlooking the city in chaos. Deep in the pupil of his left eye, a countdown number was beating crazily:
00:02:17
Two minutes and seventeen seconds.
This is his own death countdown.
