Catastrophe erupted, it was the end of the world. Survivors were surrounded by the impregnable wall, a new order was established... The desire for power, faith, and darkness pervaded each other, layer upon layer of brands imprinted in every corner of the heart. The virus wreaked havoc, were these humans' true colors? "I unexpectedly survive, I want to live." –Du Dian
Two months later.
Dudian and a few old men in white coats were standing outside a glass window in a laboratory in the back hall. There was a serious operation going on inside. A square-faced young man was lying on the operating table, he was in a coma due to anesthesia.
There were two pairs of long and thin transparent wings on the back of the young man. There were black wings on the wings which spread out like veins. At this moment, Crimson Moon was personally operating the operation. Several old men in white coats were assisting from the side, she completely flipped open the stomach of the square-faced young man and busied herself in his stomach. From time to time, Crimson Moon would take out a small piece of dark yellow intestines from the side and stuff it into the young man’s stomach, at the same time, she pulled out a large piece of twisted intestines and internal organs from within.