The damp cold wind blows from an unknown place, as if being bullied, rustling, and becomes colder and colder. The blood gradually spread in the cold wind and then solidified.
The rain falls in patter, accompanied by a hint of blood smell
"Kill me. Kill me and you'll be free."
A voice in the darkness is truly charming.
"You will go back three thousand years ago. Remember my words. Use the blood of ancient evil spirits to destroy me."
The voice seemed calm, but I could hear an inexplicable sadness.
My chest seemed to be blocked by something. I was so stuffy that I couldn't speak.