When the blood race wears Omega

It's for Yin Ran to reflect, it's better to say that Jin Xingzhi wants to come out and calm down.

He knew that Yin Ran's words were deliberately making him angry, although he didn't want to take it to heart, he still didn't suppress his temper.

Even the crystal clear snowflakes could not prevent the sky from getting dark, and Jin Xingzhi watched the light fade away little by little.

This year's winter came swiftly, as if pulling the whole city into an ice cave overnight.

Early winter shouldn't be this cold, at least there won't be such overwhelming snow.

The snowflakes rustled down, calming down the irritability of Jin Xingzhi.

He checked the time, then looked up at the sky.

Jin Xingzhi remembered that Yin Ran felt very uncomfortable every time the full moon rose.Thinking of his temper just now, he felt a little regretful.

He looked back and caught a glimpse of a convenience store with flashing lights in the distance.

The red and blue lights are reflected on the wall and snow, so quiet that no one disturbs them.

There was no one in the convenience store, and the air conditioner was not turned on enough, as if it only floated a shallow layer in mid-air, unable to give warmth to anyone who walked in.

This is an unmanned convenience store, so there is no need to hide it.

He walked around inside, bought a few things that Yin Ran liked to eat, and turned to go home.

The snowflakes fell evenly, like a thin cashmere blanket on his shoulders.

Jin Xingzhi walked into the house, stood at the door of the room locked by him, and said softly, "Aran, can I come in?"

There was no response from the room.

Jin Xingzhi knocked on the door, trying to attract the attention of the people in the room: "Did I push too hard just now? Does your mouth still hurt?"

As he said that, Jin Xingzhi shook the plastic bag in his hand, and the bag made a rattling sound, which seemed out of harmony in the quiet house.

"I bought you something you like, can we have a good talk? If you are angry, at worst, I will let you eat whatever you want, okay?"

Seeing that there was still no response from inside, Jin Xingzhi pressed his ear to the door panel, but heard a strange wind noise.

An ominous premonition quickly spread in his heart, Jin Xingzhi slammed the door panel a few times, and quickly opened the door with the key after receiving no response.

A gust of convective wind blew through, chilling the already cold room a bit.

There was no one in the room, only the snowflakes drifting in from the window spared no effort towards Jin Xingzhi.

Looking at the broken lock on the window, those unexplored information quickly exploded in his mind.

He thought of the blood stains on Yin Ran's hands in the radio room at that time, the news of Yin Yun's madness, the blood stains on the corner of the box when he moved, and Yin Ran's recent hypothermia. Broken window locks...

A deduction that made him feel a little absurd suddenly came to mind - Yin Ran has always been in the state of a half-blood, but he has always kept it from him.

At this moment, there was a sudden ringtone in the room. It was the sound from Yin Ran's left cell phone.

Jin Xingzhi hurriedly picked up the phone.

He had the impression that the voice on the other end of the phone was Yin Ran's assistant.

"Mr. Yin, sorry to disturb you. I called you because the producer called and asked if the handicraft that was sent to you in the afternoon can be borrowed for exhibition. They seem to be a little anxious and want to get a reply immediately."

Jin Xingzhi lowered his voice and asked, "What handicraft?"

As if feeling that the voice was not right, the other end of the phone paused, and after a brief hesitation, he still answered truthfully: "It's the silver knife you ordered more than a month ago."

The word "Silver Knife" from the receiver turned into a sharp blade, breaking the memory of Jin Xingzhi.

The book of memories cruelly spread out the pages, and Yin Ran's words at that time came to Jin Xingzhi's mind exactly.

"If that's the case, I'll make a silver knife and give it to you. If I don't die, you can stab me with a knife before you die."

Thinking of Yin Ran's pause when he asked Yin Ran how to go back, Jin Xingzhi's heart trembled.

He hung up the phone, and the things in his hands fell to the ground with a bang as if they were tied to a boulder.

The chocolate in the plastic bag rolled out, and the sound of the gold foil paper rubbing against the cold floor was brutally swallowed by the sound of the wind.

Jin Xingzhi stepped back half a step, remembering the fierce quarrel between the two just now.

He shook his head to himself, he absolutely did not believe that everything for so long was an illusion, and he absolutely did not believe that Yin Ran would leave him.

Yin Ran must have something important to tell him, it must be like this...

If he wanted to find Yin Ran, he had to find Yin Ran immediately.

Thinking of this, Jin Xingzhi rushed out of the room.His steps were so hasty that he almost tripped over something under his feet.

Opening the door, Jin Xingzhi plunged into the biting cold wind without hesitation, but the next second, he stopped in the snow.

This world is very small, small enough for Jin Xingzhi and Yin Ran to meet each other.But the world is so big, it's so big that Jin Xingzhi doesn't know where Yin Ran will go.

That emptiness and bewilderment tugged at Jin Xingzhi's heart, making him almost suffocate.

At this moment, Jin Xingzhi's neck suddenly felt hot.And there, it was the location of the blood contract that Yin Ran had planted for him a long time ago.

The blood contract seemed to be spiritual, trying to guide him with changes in temperature.

Jin Xingzhi seemed to have grasped a life-saving straw, and suddenly covered his neck with both hands, for fear that the only enthusiasm that was left would suddenly dissipate.

Following the guidance of the blood pact, he ran wildly to the right, his feet stepped on the soft snow, leaving two rows of deep marks.

"Yin Ran," Jin Xingzhi's words were drowned in the wind, "wait for me."

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Yin Ran didn't dare to look back at the light that belonged to him.

He was afraid that if he took another look, he would be unable to stop himself.

Jin Xingzhi had already seen his parents die in front of him, so he couldn't let him see himself die in front of him.

Let him think that there is nothing wrong with leaving selfishly, whether he hates or resents, those emotions will be forgotten one day.

By then, Jin Xingzhi will definitely have a better choice.

He smiled wryly and picked up the speed.

The heavy snow obscured the sight, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a person or an object half a meter away.

This is a wasteland, which he passed by when he inspected the land before.

At this moment, the originally withered branches, leaves, plants and trees have been covered by snow, leaving only a piece of white.Occasionally, there are a few long branches standing alone in the snow, which look out of place.

Yin Ran stood in the white snow and looked up at the sky.

Clouds and heavy snow covered the position where the moon originally belonged, making it difficult for him to tell the current time.

After a while, he lowered his eyes and took out the crookedly spelled sheet music from his arms.

He caressed it lovingly, and hummed softly according to the tune, reminiscing about the last song that Jin Xingzhi played to him.

He suddenly remembered what Jin Xingzhi said as Cui Mu after "suicide" in the crew of "Dead End".

Jin Xingzhi said: "Cui Mu didn't want you to see it, and I'm even more afraid that you will see it."

Yin Ran suddenly understood that state of mind, and stopped in the vast snow in a daze.

His voice was soft and low, mixed with the subtle voice of the snow-covered earth, and gradually merged into one.

On the sheet music, large and large teardrops slid across the transparent tape, soaking the parts not covered by the tape.

Yin Ran kept the sheet music in the palm of her hand, took out the silver knife she was carrying, and slowly pulled away the exquisitely crafted scabbard.

A dim light flickered from the jewel on the hilt, and the silver-white blade split the falling snowflakes in two.

Yin Ran remembered that when his father died, he finally turned into a cloud of dust.

Come to think of it, I probably would have ended up like that too.

Suddenly, the snow began to shrink as if it had been restrained, as if making way for the moonlight.

The cold moon peeked out from the weak part of the clouds, but the brightness of the moonlight seemed not to be affected.

The moment the full moon appeared, a freezing feeling began to overflow from the very center of Yin Ran's heart.The forbidden deed entrenched on the outside of his heart also began to move around, climbing towards his heart.

The final moment has come, Yin Ran plunged the blade into his chest without any hesitation.

The moonlight seemed to be gathered by something and gathered on his chest, as if it had turned into countless ice picks and pierced into it, causing severe pain.

Yin Ran let go of his hand, and the blood flowed out stagnantly.

A strong sense of erosion surrounded him, just like in the ritual that turned him into a monster.

Yin Ran took half a step back exhaustedly, closed his eyes, and waited quietly for his death.

The blood flowed forward along the blade, extended along the lines of the handle, and gathered at the end, dripping viscously.

The color of blood destroyed the whiteness and smoothness of the snow field, opening the cruel prelude.

Yin Ran obviously has the memory of the two worlds, but what he can recall in his mind at this moment is only the time when he and Jin Xingzhi stayed together.

He found himself really mean.

He is greedy for the warmth of body fluid, so he keeps approaching to absorb it.And when he got it, he secretly hid the thought of going back and squandered the warmth wantonly.

In the hundreds of years that he had not met Jin Xingzhi, his hands were already stained with blood and extremely dirty.

And this kind of him was not worthy of such a clean and dazzling Jin Xingzhi from the very beginning.

Yin Ran suddenly felt a little relieved, and he began to feel lucky for Jin Xingzhi that he would not have to spend the rest of his life with someone like him.

The severe pain from the wound devoured his mental strength, and he fell to his knees unbearably, the score was pressed under the palm of his hand, adding a few wrinkles.

Yin Ran had no time to take care of her knees hurting from rubbing against the snow-covered ground.Soon, his eyes began to blur, and the light was torn apart like silk threads.

The fallen leaves blown from nowhere brushed Yin Ran's cheeks, and fled away in horror with just a flick.

In a daze, Yin Ran felt that the blood on the ground seemed to have bloomed bright red roses.

This world is really beautiful, there are flowers everywhere, and there are people who maintain peace and justice at any time.There is no fighting or killing, and there is no need to sleep in the open.

The most important thing is that there is Jin Xingzhi here.

At this point, Yin Ran has no complaints.He is already content to have a good time for him to reminisce before he dies.

It is the happiest thing in his life to love him.

No regrets, I have been to this world.

"If there is an afterlife—"

Yin Ran's voice paused, blood gushed out of his mouth and flowed down from the corner of his lips.

He smiled desperately and said hoarsely, "It's better not to meet someone like me again."

Yin Ran's consciousness was gradually frozen, but the pain remained undiminished, and he continued to try to tear his body apart.

In the chaos, he felt as if something was approaching around him.

He raised his eyelids with difficulty, as if he saw a figure similar to Jin Xingzhi.

Even knowing that it was an illusion, Yin Ran still felt extremely relieved.He raised his fingertips with difficulty, trying to touch the phantom.

However, his overdrawn body did not allow him to do so. Only when his fingertips overlapped with the phantom, he coughed violently.

He leaned down, and the blood he vomited spilled somewhere, and a large light blue flame instantly ignited.

The strange flame turned blood red when it touched Yin Ran's body, and a huge and bright red magic circle was drawn around him.

Immediately afterwards, the flame rose up, and a wall of flames rushed up from the outer lines of the magic circle, making a sound that seemed to be burning.

Yin Ran completely lost consciousness, and fell to the ground stiffly, letting the flames wrap around her body.

He held the sheet music tightly in his hand, as if holding Jin Xingzhi's hand.

My Ah Zhi, you must live well.

Together with my share, live happily ever after.