The sky was lit with black fireworks, the rain in front of me was red.
Grudge and hatred fought wildly against each other as the world, like sunlight filtered through leaves and hitting the ground, shattered and swayed, seeming ready to disappear into the shadows at any moment.
Indifferent eyes watched everything, and Blood Pearls slid down his forehead, drop by drop, onto the broken floor of the Orphanage.
Han Fei slowly began to smile, all other sounds at this moment seemed cacophonous.
He looked at the blood-stained Orphanage, at the ghosts taking lives from the living, and slowly extended his left hand.
His fingertip broke the skin, and his finger penetrated into the flesh. Han Fei watched his warm blood flow from his veins, the smile on his face growing stronger and stronger.
"Han Fei! Come over here!"
"Building Chief? I'll take you out of here first!"
"Don't stay there!"
