The blood rain in the sky had stopped. In the world enveloped by black hair, that single crystal-clear teardrop stood out.
Zhang Ya hadn't said a word from beginning to end. She preferred proving things through her actions rather than talking.
The black hair filling the sky began to retract. The teardrop had nowhere to escape, and in the end, Zhang Ya caught it in her palm.
Wails and screams came from the tear. Besides the voice of the Patient Uniform itself, there were other voices too. They seemed to belong to his family. The tear contained many things.
Listening to the voices inside the tear, Zhang Ya slowly clenched her pale fingers. It seemed she wanted to crush it.
As she made that motion, the crying in the Blood-colored City grew clearer. Something was rapidly drawing near.
"Don't kill him! He's that person's tears, a fragment of his memories, a part of his humanity." The Three-Headed Vengeful Spirit spoke in Chang Wenyu's voice, but Zhang Ya didn't care in the slightest. When she opened her hand again, the tear had vanished, and a teardrop pattern had appeared on the hem of her black-and-red dress.
The black hair continued to retract. After dealing with the Patient Uniform, Zhang Ya stared at the door beneath her feet.
She reached for the Three-Headed Vengeful Spirit on the door. The moment she touched it, her pale arm seemed to be scorched by flames, like a flower withering at incredible speed.
Zhang Ya had long since grown accustomed to pain. She paid it no mind, her resolve frighteningly firm.
Soon, cracks appeared on her arm, matching those on the door. All the ghosts on her black-and-red coat began to howl. Threads of black-and-red blood crawled up her arm and onto the door of the