Red, as red as my aunt. Solidified into one piece. The dried areas were faintly black and purple. The color spread on the sandy road and blurred the man's face. He was lying there, his clothes soaked in blood. I could vaguely see a convoy of vehicles rolling away on the mountain road, running over rocks and falling down the mountain. The remaining man's life and death are unknown. Perhaps he was still angry, so the man moved his fingers.