A blood-red moon hung high in the night sky, surrounded by a dead black, cold and humid air filled with a strong smell of blood.

When Chu Qiao woke up, he found himself in a cold and gloomy swimming pool and looked up just in time for the bloody moon at night.

As if touching something similar to hair, she raised her hand subconsciously, but was afraid to find that her hand was holding a bunch of dark hair, was pulled up by a blistered white scalp, the empty dead eyes were staring at her, the blood in the seven orifices was slowly flowing down her arm...

-"

She woke...