Deep in the mountains, on a cold night in the Murali River, the rain slapped on his face, and the sound of rain became a background sound. There were a few corpses floating vaguely in the river, and the strong smell of blood floated in the air. The smell made people want to vomit. The sky was overcast and it was hard to tell whether it was night or day. Dozens of black shadows surrounded him from the inside out. Looking from top to bottom, it looked like a strange formation. The young man happened to be standing in the center of the formation, holding a short sword filled with blood. He looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, his eyes were bloodshot from the fight just now, and his brown pupils were physically dilated. Apart from being tired from the long fight, he could not show any other emotions.
There was a distance of about ten meters, but people around him did not dare to get close. Lin Jia had just escaped from the water. There was a shocking knife mark on his arm. The blood that kept spilling down flowed down the folds of his black shirt and dripped into the pit at his feet. It mixed with the rainwater and became part of the rain. From then on, he ended his life scrawled by the river...
Intention: Use up the meaning of life to be brave.