Riddled with holes and shattered, the body barely managed to stand up from the ground, looking at the white snake lying in a pool of blood, Xu Hanlin was trembling uncontrollably.
The sea of flowers in the courtyard, the enormous pagoda tree, the setting sun, the River Lantern Festival...
Those once beautiful memories.
Flashing through his mind like a carousel, all smeared with blood, twisted and jerky.
Intense pain triggered a physical reaction.
Xu Hanlin opened his mouth wide, his stomach cramped, his vision blurred, and he vomited acid profusely.
It was over.
Everything was over.
His dreams, his obsessions, his everything.
"No..."
In the crimson view, Su Heng's dark and burly figure was slowly walking forward.
"Child, don't rush." He was sneering with a mouthful of sharp teeth dripping with blood, the blood of his mother, "I'll reunite you with your mother."
"Taotie..." Xu Hanlin gasped with difficulty.
A heavy voice resounded next to his ear, "I am here."
