The Isolated Island (59)
The crescent moon teetered on the edge of the horizon, yarn clouds covered the entire sky and the outline of the crying bloodshot eye in the sky grew clearer and clearer.
The madness and depravity on the ground became stronger. The faint scarlet in their eyes grew more profound and even the air they breathed in was tinged with blood and rust.
Li Li's red dress fluttered softly behind her, like a butterfly with broken wings. The sadness, fear, and hatred in her eyes seemed to form a substance that stabbed the trembling broken man lying in the pool shook like a leaf, mumbling apologizes repeatedly with dazed eyes as if his psychological defense had been broken.
Bloody footprints were somehow left on the surface of the water and she stood before them. For the first time, they could see her clearly, the red dress was strangely wet and exuded a strong smell of blood.