Introduction
Only the first ten years of Jiang Yanshen's life were alive.
After his mother died, he was dragged into the abyss and turned into a half-corpse, half-human monster.
He thought that only violence and death were left in this broken body.
Everyone regarded him as a disaster, and even he himself felt that perhaps destruction was the only destination.
Only Shen Yanjiang was always silent and always following him.
In this collapsed world, she was the only glimmer of light around him that refused to be extinguished.
Until the corpse poison was completely out of control and his sanity was on the verge of collapse.
Jiang Yanshen knew that once he was reduced to a mindless killing machine, everything would be destroyed.
So, he held her hand and pressed the cold knife to his heart inch by inch.
"Yan Jiang, kill me."
"While I still recognize you, while I can still call you my name."
Shen Yanjiang did not flinch.
She stared into his eyes, suppressing the trembling in her fingertips, and drove the blade into his heart.
Hot blood splattered.
Shen Yanjiang let go of his hand and froze in place.
She stared blankly at the body in her arms that was gradually losing its warmth, her hands covered in dazzling red, and her mind went blank.
After a long time, she finally seemed to come back to her senses. Tears fell, her lips trembled, and she murmured in a daze:
"I'm sorry..."
It turns out that in this world, not even gods can save monsters like him.
But she crossed.
Even if the price is to cut off the long night with my own hands and go to the abyss with him where there will be no more dawn.
The long night will dawn, but he will not be stained.
Intention: When the world collapses and order disintegrates, what is the yardstick for measuring "people"?