What we walk on is not the road but bones, and those who fight side by side are not comrades but butchers. The warm blood blends into the bone marrow. Who would know what kind of dirty heart is hidden under the similar appearance.
Qin Yan pushed open the wooden door covered with knife marks, and judged who would be under the human skin.
"You ate your brother's flesh, don't think about leaving anymore, just reflect on it and become the next me. Even the purest soul will eventually be covered up under the decoration of human skin."
Yao Qi opened her blood-soaked red hijab, trembling hands, sharp scissors, and screamed in despair. What kind of secrets lay under the strange persimmon forest.
Who is singing in the dark storage room? Under the bloody teaching aids, the hidden folds in the books, swallow the blood foam, where to find the habitat of the soul.
The clear Mingchi is dyed ink by the undead. Who will distinguish good from evil?
"Sister, I beg you to give me a home."
"You destroyed my home"
Shaking, shaking, destroyed, no one survived.
Purpose: Go home alive