Disillusionment·blood Sacrifice·the Traces of the End of the Century

Night----- Darkness, like an endless abyss, mercilessly pulls away all the seeds of hope from the heart of people bit by bit, leaving only a shell, empty, and only the infinite spread of fear. A ray of moonlight gently sprinkled down from the window of the palace attic, covering the window sill and the ground with a thin layer of silver gauze. The noble and holy brilliance confronted the darkness with weak power. The two colors complemented each other, forming a most mysterious picture about the night. In the dark corner, the slanting moonlight reflected Nether's cold and unruly profile. He looked thoughtfully at the swaying curtains outside the window, and then the corners of his mouth raised an evil yet perfect arc. "When you see Wang Jue, why don't you come out and pay your respects?" He said to the window as if talking to himself, but there was no one there. In the darkness, white bright spots slowly rose from the window sill, and instantly transformed into several dazzling white lights. In the center of the light, a beautiful woman in white appeared, and the hem of her skirt fluttering in the surging air was like a blooming lily, beautiful but not coquettish. She bent her knees slightly and knelt on one knee. He said softly to the black figure in the corner: "Wang Jue." You Ming glanced at her and asked indifferently: "Is the task assigned to you completed?" "Not yet," the woman lowered her head in shame, "Guishan Lianquan next to Yin Chen is now also the fifth or sixth degree king. It is difficult for me to escape from her alive." Youming didn't answer her words, stood up and walked to the window, staring out the window as if looking at something. After a few seconds of silence, he asked: "Aren't you here to report this to me this time? What were you doing sneakily just now?" The woman lowered her head, sweat was already forming on her palms, and the cold air around her spread to every corner of her body in the short space between the two of them... Before she even came back to her senses, Netherworld's strong hands pinched her neck and lifted her up. "Don't forget now, I am your prince!" You Ming's eyes were filled with fierceness, and his gaze was like sharp bayonets, the bright blades piercing Shenyin's heart. The surrounding air suddenly became colder... Shenyin's breathing became more and more rapid, like a fish about to drown, powerless to control its own fate. She understood that she was being strangled by death, and if she had just a few more seconds, she would surely die. Her face turned pale, and the look in her eyes gradually turned into despair... She closed her eyes, preparing to accept the judgment of fate... Youming sneered silently, and slowly released his grip on Shenyin's neck, and Shenyin fell down at Youming's feet. "Cough... Cough..." Shenyin gasped for air, and a trace of blood slowly flowed down from the corner of her mouth, staining her white dress. "Have you forgotten how he died in my hands? Now, he may be living in another world." The corners of You Ming's mouth raised slightly, with a cynical and evil air. "It's a shame, isn't it?" "You..." The long-hidden flame of hatred in Shenyin's big eyes was instantly ignited. She quietly accumulated soul power between her fingers and mobilized it with all her strength. Unexpectedly, You Ming had noticed... He snapped his fingers and heard a "pop" sound. Shenyin's remaining soul power was wiped out. She felt a slight pain in her chest and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The ground was suddenly stained with blood. "I said, with your current soul power, I'm afraid it's not the time for revenge." You Ming replied calmly, as if Shenyin's life and death were in his hands, and killing her would be effortless. "Come back to me after you've completed your mission. It's not too late to kill me then." After he finished speaking, he turned around and left. The evil and weird laughter echoed in the hall, lingering in Shenyin's mind for a long time. Blood flowed out from the corner of Shenyin's mouth and slowly crossed her cheek, falling silently like hot tears, and black ice flowers quickly condensed on the ground.