Red, eyes full of red.
Hot as fire, bright as blood.
Despair was overwhelming and devouring, sharper than a sharp blade and more endless than an abyss.
Youzi watched in disbelief as the blood gurgled out of his body, pooled into a large sheet, and then disappeared into the dust.
"Why... Why?" He used his last breath and tried his best to grab the opponent's wrist, "I have done so many..."
The murderer's clothes were stained with blood, his eyes were filled with fire, and his words were like iron, as if he had come from hell.
"Those who betray your trust will die!"
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