A hand plunged violently into the wound.
Dong Yao had completely lost all her strength. She was covered in blood, and her white floral dress was stained with dirty mud and blood.
She lay on the cold ground, and could only watch as the black-robed man in front of her inserted his hand into her belly, and then...
He grabbed the baby in her belly and pulled it out.
It was at this time......
A man, flashlight in hand, walked toward the trail.
"Dong Yao——"
"Where are you?"
"You didn't answer my calls."
"Dong Yao..."
The man stopped thirty meters away from Dong Yao. He saw it.
He saw a scene that he would never forget in his life.
A man in black robe took the child out of his fiancée's belly with his hands.
The sticky blood was pulled and the squeeze belt was broken.
This scene hurt the man's eyes.
It was as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
“.......”
First there was an extremely cold silence.
Then there was a roar from the depths of his soul, "You!!! What on earth did you do!!!"
"ah!!!!"
At this moment, the moon reflected in the man's eyes curved, and as the man roared, it gradually twisted wildly.
Finally, a scarlet moon shone in the man's eyes.
"I'm going to kill you!!!"
As the man roared, a blood moon appeared in his pupils and instantly split into a spider's compound eyes.
He stepped on his fiancée's coagulated blood, and the fragments of internal organs stuck to the soles of his shoes left winding traces that overlapped with the old blood stains in the cracks between the bricks in the alley. He rushed towards the man in black robe desperately.
“Buzz buzz buzz—”
The trees on the surrounding paths made a rustling sound of leaves colliding.
The man in black robe slowly threw the embryo in his hand into Dong Yao's arms as if he was throwing away garbage.
He laughed horrifyingly at the man: "Hahahaha——"
"Satisfied, very satisfied."
"Hahaha--"
He looked at everything around him as if he were appreciating a work of art.
A young mother holding her unborn child.
A father screaming in pain because of the death of his children and wife.
“What a wonderful duet!!!”
"A perfect scene, you should be remembered by history!!!"
"I look forward to your revenge, sir. Your revenge will become my inspiration for art."
"Thank you, for art, thank you."
"Bye-Bye--"
The hem of the black-robed man's robe swept across the brick wall, and the scraping sound was like nails scratching on a blackboard.
Dark red liquid oozed from the diamond-shaped grooves of his mask, and as it dripped, it formed blood-like veins between the cracks in the stone slabs.
His fingers played with the dagger, drawing a few graceful arcs in the night sky, and then he suddenly cut a crack on his back, and spread his arms, "Keep shouting, sir."
Under the blood moon, his robe swelled like a bat's wing membrane, and the dagger cut the air as it spun in his palm, and a bitumen-like substance seeped out of the cracks.
“Art needs an audience.” His voice came from all directions, “and you are already part of the canvas.”
A blood moon was reflected in the man's eyes, and a large sunken pit appeared almost instantly on the ground where the black-robed man disappeared.
However, the man in black robe had disappeared.
All that was left was the cold night and the cold people.
And that cry of despair.
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