The death knell of the apocalypse turned into the sound of flesh and blood pulsing, pounding densely against Ji Li's ears.
His long hair fluttered in the wind. Rare tranquility hung on his paper-thin face, and even the two trails of bloody tears no longer looked so ferocious.
The surrounding scene was shattering, yet he remained unmoving, quietly listening to the wind.
"Is it resolved...?"
The strange-voiced man staggered over to Ji Li's side, bringing with him a faint, almost imperceptible chill.
When he spoke, aside from the scent of blood, there was only irrepressible excitement and exhilaration.
Ji Li had lost his eyes. He could see nothing, only listen.
But Xu Nan, who had only just arrived, finally witnessed the scene he would never forget and would pursue for the rest of his life.
The corridor's space flickered, red mist rising from time to time. Deep within it, he saw a black robe covered in mud and filthy blood.
The black robe lay limp on the ground. There was no figure inside it, only an ever-spreading Blood Pool.
Was this Gu Xingjian's final fate?
That was what Xu Nan thought. He did not know how many hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands of times he had imagined this scene during sleepless nights...
Ever since Acha had met with disaster, this once sunny and cheerful young man had long since been devoured clean by dark hatred and vicious resentment. All that remained was an empty shell that knew only revenge.
Yet when he truly saw Gu Xingjian's death, the brief exhilaration was followed by lasting confusion.
This young man, long neither human nor ghost, had scorching tears flowing from his eyes. Who was he crying for?
Perhaps his younger sister, who had once loved to smile and had long