Three hundred and five. Human Head Balloon

The blood rain fell in torrents, shrouding the entire small town.

The decrepit town glowed with a bloody light, and the mottled bloodstains covering every corner made it look like innards.

Whispers rose in the dark corners, creepy crawlies scurried across the streets, and the shrill cries of flapping wings circled the sky.

These sounds echoed in Lu Li's ears.

Human Head Balloons danced in the wind, the oppressive Night Devils lingered in the air, and black silhouettes behind unlit windows spied outside.

Lu Li's dark eyes reflected everything on the street.

A breeze blew past, tilting the blood rain's silky threads.

The Human Head Balloons on the street swayed and turned elsewhere, the wandering Night Devils flew off into the distance, and the black silhouettes behind the windows shook and vanished.

Thud—

A pair of rain boots stepped out, stepping into a puddle.