The thirteenth restart, the world is still dying of the same coldness. Ji Xiao always disappears before the last reincarnation - like a ghost, like a curse. The end of the world is not a natural disaster, it is someone who cleanses humanity in a cycle. When the blood moon of the seventh restart came again, Li Yao clenched the blood-stained bone needle and pointed it directly at Ji Xiao's throat: "This time, you can't escape." But Ji Xiao smiled, the tip of the knife pressed against his heart: "You think I am running away? I am waiting for you to kill me so that the world can restart." In the blood mist, the two figures overlapped, and the truth of thirteen reincarnations was seeping out from the bone marrow.
