A phantom, dressed in red, brushed across the snowy field.
Wherever red clothes pass by, cows and horses startle, animals and dogs make noises, birds bray, and ghosts howl everywhere.
A pair of hands that cannot touch the sun and warmth, a heart that has been frozen by ice and snow for thousands of years, are painted with human skin and wrapped in red clothes, bringing a nightmare that has been sleeping for a long time to the world.
Is he a human or a ghost? Why did he appear in a barren wasteland, and why did he keep killing with swords in hand? Did he bring the curse, or did the curse attract him?
It all starts with a knife.
Ps: HE, there is joy and relaxation, there is seriousness, and the good wife is attacked and awkward
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