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The rainbow clouds in the western sky had already been completely blocked out by the mountain mist. Only a few clouds that were dyed red were left floating slowly, and the redness in the pool had also dimmed down.

Laughter continuously rang out from the mountainside of the pool.

As the wind blew, the pine tree on the cliff rustled.

The wind at the top of the lake became especially strong today. Was it because he wanted to leave? Was it this place that had lived for so many years and was regarded by the world as sinful that had given him this last cold blow? On top of the bare rock, the two gloomy figures sat there, the wind blowing past their shoulders lifted up their black hair, in the wind, those scattered hair appeared abnormally dark, causing people to think about them, this feeling spread to the two gloomy figures, that frail figure trembled in the wind, and then stared at the distant sky, the sky that could only quietly watch as tens of thousands of clouds floated in the sky.

The only thing that could be seen for so long was this, separated by a pool filled with blood. The change of seasons had nothing to do with the people who lived here.

The girl immediately tensed up. Under the silver-white mask, her eyes became incomparably strong and burned with a brilliant flame. It was a gaze brimming with hatred and bloodlust like a bath. The fist that was in front of his chest tightly clenched, crushing the melancholy and thoughts that had transformed into wind. These shouldn't be Wandering here. They don't belong here.

The flute melody suddenly rang out in his ears.

The man sitting in the distance calmly played the flute with his eyes closed. The beautiful and desolate flute melody drifted with the wind into the distance, past the bathing pool.

The man played a tune just like that, while the woman silently gazed at the distant sky, listening to the flute melody in the wind.

The sound of the flute suddenly stopped. The man stood up and looked towards the distant wasteland. His clothes fluttered in the wind. "We're leaving."

The woman was silent for a moment before she said, "You have too many thoughts about this place?"

"No, I don't know." The man's voice was abnormally soft, as if it had transformed into a flute in the wind.

"What about you?" the man asked.

"I am a killer, a dagger in the wind for everyone. I have no feelings." The woman's voice was cold, like a cool breeze that rushed into the seams of her clothes.

"I've always wondered if I have a soul, flesh, and blood, whether I have feelings, whether I have sadness and happiness, and whether I would cry because of something." The man felt the cool breeze blowing towards him, and his sleeves fluttered.

"Your flute melody is betraying you. You are a man who can shed tears over anything." The woman turned to the man.

"For what?" The man raised his head to look at the blue sky. "We are only tools for killing, just like this flute is my weapon for killing. I am also just a weapon for someone else to use to kill, but no one will die without this flute like me." The man gently caressed the flute in his hand. Like a mother caressing her child.

"Do you miss this place?" the woman asked.

"I grew up here. I haven't left this place for twenty years. I wonder if the outside of the bath is as boundless as the wasteland in front of me." Perhaps he wanted to know what it was like under the distant sky. "You're different. You know what the outside world is like."

"Did you ever hate the Sect Leader?" the woman asked.

"I don't know. He raised me."

The woman suddenly became lost. She tightly hugged her body, as if the cold wind could pierce through her body. She looked into the distance, at the place she had thought about so many times in the night, the place where she had nightmares and endless blood was spreading, but the blades in her hands still could not pierce this place that was full of evil. The place where the wakeful Harvest wished to lie was the familiar bamboo bed. In front of him was the laughing forest that he had run through, was the stream that quietly flowed.

"I want to leave this place. I've always wanted to." The woman's voice blended in the wind.

"Sometimes I don't know if I know you or not. I know the smell of each other, but I never know the face under the mask." The corner of the man's mouth curled up into a smile. He didn't even know if it was a helpless or bitter face.

"Maybe that's better."

The wind was still cold, but it was still out of reach in the distance. The pool water under his feet was sparkling.

Zheng Min Bai, who was sitting in the lobby of the tavern, was very bored. She poured a cup of tea into her mouth, then put down the cup on the table with a sullen expression on her face. She stomped up the stairs and walked into the room.

"What's wrong with you? Who dares to provoke you?" "Look at how messy your bed is. How are you going to get married in the future?" Qing Lian was still tidying up and muttering, but she didn't notice how angry Zheng Min had become. She pulled her face close and pouted, not even bothering to look at the Qing Lian who was muttering to herself.

Qing Lian walked in front of her. "Hey, girl, you ate too much today, aren't you? "Look at your wronged face."