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In the demon realm, the demon moon hangs in the sky. Windy but cloudless. On the night of the 15th, a sudden heavy rain stopped and it became silent, as if the whole world had stopped. High in the sky, there were only a few hungry blackbirds flying under the gray-black moonlit night, screaming loudly. The sound echoed in the endless, rolling mountains and old forests. It was harsh, sharp, and extremely unpleasant to hear. At that time, the sound of birds had fallen away, and the mountains were silent. The wind and words came from far away, and they seemed particularly clear in this barren mountain and river. The sound gradually approached, and under the gray-black moonlit night, a man could be seen holding a woman in his arms, leading the way along the winding and dangerous road, running like the wind and as fast as lightning. The man was covered in blood, and his long hair looked as scarlet as if it had been stained by blood. His handsome, knife-like face was full of anxiety and exhaustion, and his pair of star-like eyes were full of anxiety and worry. . .