Her face was covered in scratches, one side of her forehead was deeply caved in, her limbs were twisted, and ugly scars covered her skin.
Now those scars were being torn open again, bit by bit, blood pouring wildly out.
This was what Zhang Yan had originally looked like.
"Why did I have to endure all this? All the suffering and calamity, the deepest despair and pain-why did it all come for me?"
"You all enjoy happy lives, then stand on the moral high ground and watch us suffer."
"You deserve to die. Every last one of you deserves to die!"
Intense despair permeated her entire body.
Her whitened eyes rolled wildly up and down. With each furious roar, an even more terrifying aura erupted from her. Blood spread across the ground and climbed the tunnel walls, until the entire Jiutai Mountain Tunnel was submerged in crimson.
This place had become a world of blood.
Everywhere the eye could see, there was nothing but calamity.
The glaring red filled people with unease. Looking at it a moment longer seemed enough to plunge them into boundless despair.
Lin Youwei had already taken out the talisman covered in elegant handwriting, activating a thin blue-green membrane covered in runes that temporarily kept the blood-red world outside.
Yet she still could not stop her mind from reeling.
In that instant just now, an emotion called despair had burrowed frantically into her mind. All sorts of gloomy thoughts had flashed through her head, and every minor setback she had ever experienced had been magnified without limit.
It had given Lin Youwei an intense urge to smash her head against the tunnel wall and kill herself.
She had even lifted her foot and begun to act on it.
She was a C-Minus Rank Unusual Person.
Even