In front of the tomb, a young girl stood quietly. Her long hair was flying, covering half of her face, giving off a dangerous aura. Suddenly, a gust of wind came out and blew away the hair that covered half of her face. An ugly scar suddenly appeared, forming a strong contrast with the exquisite face on the other side of her face, half ugly and half beautiful.
The girl's expression was extremely indifferent, and there was a heart-stopping indifference all over her body, as if it were a piece of thousand-year-old black iron that no one could melt.
Pulling out the dagger from the girl's sleeve, she knelt down in front of the tomb, smiling slowly and miserably. Looking at the dagger, a stern look flashed in her eyes.
Suddenly, blood splattered and light shone in all directions.
The sun sets in the west and night falls...
Very tired? Right...