"It's you. It's really you." Blood oozed from the corner of Li Muyun's mouth. The bronze grimace mask on his face was broken from the middle, revealing half of his face. It was black as if it had been stained with ink. It was indescribably gloomy and horrible.

On the other side.

The white figure stood quietly.

He was slender and had a resolute face. His figure didn't look very strong, and he was even a little thin. His long black hair was ...