Mei Sheng slowly raised her head. Rain droplets clung to the ends of her chin-length hair, and her eyes reflected an eerie red as her breathing grew somewhat unsteady.
Within the inverted Old Yu Street in the sky were all manner of inhuman, bizarre, and savage scenes.
Its light shrouded the Old Yu Street beneath her feet, implanting one gruesome projection after another into this place as though through an invasion.
The Red Patterns were carved across the surface of the inverted Old Yu Street like tattoos. Their immense number was what produced such an eerie red glow.
Clearly, these Red Patterns were the core of this mission.
Mei Sheng observed a single pattern more closely, carefully tracing its outline in her mind.
The Red Pattern was about the size of a baby's skull and drawn in a single stroke, its overall shape an irregular oval.
If divided apart, it could be split into two sections: the "outside of the circle" and the "inside of the circle."
The outside of the circle was where the stroke began. The line was bold and sweeping, without too many twists and turns, flowing naturally with the motion.
Judging by its shape alone, it somewhat resembled a human face straining to open its mouth wide, with the faint outlines of the seven facial orifices squeezed against the edges.
The inside of the circle was where the stroke ended. Its lines were abstract and winding, filled with uneven pits and ridges, with some sections nearly breaking off entirely.
Looking at the whole shape, it was difficult to describe what it resembled. It was simply vertical overall, and perhaps its only distinguishing feature was the stronger sense of separation from the outer section.
Generally speaking, describing the Red Pattern was exceedingly abstract. It was difficult to