For a moment, the sky, the sun and the moon merged into one, and the rising space burst into bright red, which slowly flowed through the sky and the earth.
The sun, moon and sky are all dyed red.
Humans cannot survive here. Ordinary people are constantly encroaching on the same kind, different kinds, and foreign races. This situation has no end and no origin. The ancestors of mankind founded the "Child Academy" to prevent the disaster "Chishui"
The red water is so greedy that the sun and moon are gone.
Perhaps there will be no more moments for human beings to kill each other, and there will be no end to the endless enjoyment...
Intention: The moon is gone and I want to move, the sun is crossing the Chishui River, the sky is rising into the ocean, and I am turning into bones.
