Exiled Immortal Blood

"Do you still want to get out alive?" A hoarse voice lowered his throat in the darkness. "If you die, will everything be over?" Another voice replied feebly, "Come on, let me be free." "Hmph, trash." A match tore through the darkness, revealing a naked man with a blood-red upper body. "Hiss," the cigarette at the corner of his mouth let out a groan, and suddenly lit up a ball of red light. The match fell to the ground, but it was not extinguished. It was still struggling and burning. The man's bare legs were also blood-red. "Since there is no fighting spirit, there is no need to exist." As he said this, his blood-red feet moved to another corner. "Hey", the voice in the corner laughed hard but only made a breathy sound. The matches on the ground had been completely swallowed up, and the flames struggled more violently. There was a creaking sound in the corner, like bones being rusted, and a pair of black eyes reflected the beating flames. "I, saw you"...