Blood dripped drop by drop from the cold man's cheek onto the blood-extracting sword, and the sword buzzed and trembled like a hungry jackal. The man stood up slowly with heavy breathing. The purple wooden sword in his hand held the blood-extracting sword. His handsome face was a little strange because of the moonlight. There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and with that smile, all the vicissitudes of life in the world were gone.
The broken chapter of "Hunting Garden" is a vague dream work. The short story has no results and the world is impermanent.