Ao Song's heart instantly tightened, he must be in so much pain, yet he is calling her name?
This feeling is both sweet and bittersweet. If not for her, he wouldn't be suffering like this.
She slowly approached, and his voice became clearer, but the pain in it was also more evident.
"Songsong... Songsong..." the Astrologer called out in agony, his eyes muddy, devoid of focus.
Ao Song drew closer, suddenly covering her mouth...
He held a dagger painted with strange glyphs, slicing into himself, one cut at a time. Upon close inspection, his body was already covered in black demonic patterns identical to the black glyphs previously appearing on the side of his face, only some places were deeper and others shallower.
And every place he cut followed the demonic patterns, immediately black blood flowed out, seeping into the stream.
But there are too many demonic patterns on his body, when will he finish with all these cuts?
