Anthology of Gu Long: The Prodigal Son of Border Town

Chapter 1 Wedge Hongxue
There are no other colors in the room, only black!
Even when the sunset shines in, it turns into a dead gray that is not auspicious.

Before the sunset came in, she was already kneeling on the black futon in front of the black shrine.

The black veil hangs down, no one can see what god is enshrined inside, and no one can see her face.

Her face was covered with black gauze, and her black robes were scattered on the ground like dark clouds, showing only a pair of shriveled, old, ghostly claw-like hands.

She clasped her hands together and murmured, but she was not praying for blessings from God, but cursing.

Cursing God, cursing the world, cursing everything in the world.

A boy in black knelt behind her motionlessly, as if he had been kneeling here with her since ancient times.And can kneel until all things are destroyed.

The setting sun shone on his face.The contours of his face are handsome and prominent, but it looks like the ice and snow on the distant mountains.

The sunset is dim and the wind is howling.

She stood up suddenly, tore open the black veil in front of the shrine, and took out a pitch-black iron box.

Could this iron box be the god she believed in?She held it hard, the veins on the back of her hand were already bulging, but it was still trembling.

There is a knife on the sacred table, the scabbard is pitch black, and the handle is pitch black.

She suddenly drew a knife and split the iron box open with a single knife.

There was nothing else in the iron box, only a pile of scarlet powder.

She held a handful: "Do you know what this is?"

No one knows-no one knows except her!

"This is snow, Hongxue!"

Her voice was shrill and sharp, like a ghost crying in the cold night: "When you were born, the snow was red, stained red with blood!"

The boy in black lowered his head.

She came over and sprinkled red snow on his head and shoulders: "Remember, from now on, you are a god, a god of revenge! No matter what you do, you don't need to regret it, no matter what you do to them, It's all as it should be!"

The voice was full of a mysterious self-confidence, as if the curses of all gods, devils and ghosts in the sky and the earth had been hidden in this pinch of crimson powder, and they had all attached to this young man.

Then she raised her hands high and murmured: "I have been preparing for this day for 18 years, a full 18 years, and now I am finally ready, why don't you leave?"

The boy in black lowered his head and said, "I..."

She suddenly swung the knife again, pierced the ground in front of him, and said sharply: "Go, use this knife to cut off all their heads, and come back to see me, otherwise not only the sky will curse you, but I will also curse you! "

The wind is howling.

She watched him walk out slowly into the dark night, and his person seemed to have gradually merged with the darkness.

The knife in his hand seemed to gradually merge with the darkness.

At this time darkness has enveloped the earth.

(End of this chapter)