Long Night Song Cangchen

The bamboo shadow swayed, and blood soaked the young man's white clothes. His fingertips brushed the strange mark under the man's shoulder blade, and he heard his own trembling voice: "You, you are..." There was a crisp sound of broken branches in the dense forest behind him, and the pursuer was within a hundred paces. And the pair of inhuman golden vertical pupils that slowly opened on the ground were quietly reflecting his pale face.