There is no other color in the room, only black! Even when the setting sun shone in, it turned into an ominous dead gray. Before the setting sun came in, she was already kneeling in front of the black shrine, on a black futon. The black veil hangs down, no one can see what god is enshrined inside, and no one can see her face. Her face was covered with a black veil, and her black robes were scattered on the ground like dark clouds, revealing only a pair of shriveled, old, ghostly claw-like hands. She clasped her hands together and murmured, but she was not praying for blessings from God, but cursing.

Cursing God, cursing the world, cursing everything in the world. A boy in black knelt behind her motionlessly, as if he had been kneeling here with her since ancient times.And can kneel until all things are destroyed. The setting sun shone on his face.The contours of his face were handsome and prominent, but they seemed to be molded from the snow and ice of the distant mountains. The sun was setting and the wind was howling. She stood up suddenly, tore open the black veil in front of the shrine, and took out a pitch-black iron box. Could this iron box be the god she believed in?She held it hard, the veins on the back of her hand were already bulging, but it was still trembling.

There is a knife on the divine table, the scabbard is black, and the handle is black. She suddenly drew the knife and split open the iron box. There is nothing else in the iron box, only a pile of crimson powder. She held it up: "Do you know what this is?" No one knew—no one but her! "This is snow, Hongxue!" Her voice was shrill and sharp, like a ghost crying in the cold night: "When you were born, the snow was red, stained red with blood!" The boy in black lowered his head. She came over and sprinkled red snow on his head and shoulders: "Remember, from now on, you are a god, a god of revenge! No matter what you do, you don't need to regret it, no matter what you do to them, It's all as it should be!"

The voice was full of a mysterious self-confidence, as if the curses of all the gods, demons and ghosts in the sky and the earth had been hidden in this pinch of crimson powder, and they had all attached to this young man. Then she held up her hands and murmured: "For this day, I have been preparing for eighteen years, a total of eighteen years, and now I am finally ready, why don't you leave?" The boy in black lowered his head and said, "I..." She suddenly swung the knife again, pierced the ground in front of him, and said sharply: "Go, use this knife to cut off all their heads, and come back to see me, otherwise not only the sky will curse you, but I will also curse you! "

The wind is howling. She watched him walk out slowly into the dark night, his person seemed to have gradually melted into the darkness. The knife in his hand seemed to gradually melt into the darkness. At this time, darkness has enveloped the earth.