The stars in the night sky overshadowed the moonlight, and Liu Feng lay on the grass with his eyes open. When you raise your hand, your dark nails look like they are painted with ink, and the shadows of your heartbeat and body temperature are all there. He stood up with cracking joints and looked down to see a few drops of dark red liquid on the grass tips dripping down between his fingers. The sound of chains mopping the floor could be heard in the distance. He clenched his fists and turned around - the moonlight illuminated his path, and a tall and thin figure in gray robes was standing ten steps away looking at him. The man held a bunch of copper bells in his hand, and the bells rang intermittently in the wind.
