The Devil, Return! (Part 3)

The snow, still falling;

The people around,

began to be less and less,

like a movie theater that had been disbanded,

more and more depressed.

Zhou Ze stood still, allowing the snow to slowly cover him, slowly building him into a "Snowman.".

The person who smashed the car was gone,

the onlookers were gone,

the person who fell to the ground was also gone,

slowly,

the car was also gone,

between Heaven and Earth, only this vast expanse of whiteness was really clean

The only thing that was dazzling was the blood-red puddle on the ground.

It was like a stain, no matter how you washed it, no matter how you wiped it, it could not be wiped away,

it stubbornly existed,

it was so eyesore, so uncomfortable.

In the scarlet red,

the old man kept shouting,

as if he was venting his long-term depression.

"Now, you know what I am, right?"

As if he had finished venting,