After brief screams, there was no survivor except Qu Lu in the barren mountain like a slaughterhouse.

Drip!

Qu Lu’s eyes flashed with dullness after terror. She felt raindrops on her face. She touched her face blankly, but her hands were blood red. She couldn’t help but look up. It turned out that the blood was splashing on the stones and gathered into a stream. It fell down following the tips of stones like blood rain.

“Who are ...