How to cough up blood

Walking towards, the ghost shadows disappeared wherever they passed.

There are too many ghosts on the altar.

When it dissipated, it was like blowing away the dirty countertop, revealing the occluded boy.

The young man's red clothes were torn to pieces, and his exposed arms, abdomen, and legs were all soaked with ghostly aura.

The mask on his face was thrown under the altar by someone, and it was stained with dirty dust. He just opened his eyes like this, staring blankly at the gray sky, with no light or shadow reflected in his pupils.

A puddle of blood soaked the glaring white hair into a strange red.

"..."

Gu Mianliang's elegant face was pale at this time, he leaned down, gathered up his curled fingers, managed to gather some strength, half-kneeled and hugged the young man, tremblingly breathed out his breath, "Little bird Son?"

The spiritual energy around him poured into the young man's disabled body.

Gu Mianliang's eyes were red, and his throat was choked with pain, he whispered: "Yunfu..."

A tear fell silently from his chin, and slapped on the dim red feather between the young man's eyebrows.

The boy's eyelashes trembled, but he was still in a daze. His eyes gradually came into view of Gu Mianliang's face. After looking at it for a long time, he seemed to recognize who it was.

He looked at the tear stains on Gu Mianliang's face and the almost desperate expression, blinked his eyes, parted his bleeding lips slightly, and his voice was hoarse and fragmented: "Father..."

He stretched out his hand with difficulty, intending to wipe away the tears from the corner of Gu Mianliang's eyes, but halfway through, he stopped suddenly, stared blankly at his mottled arm, and flinched in embarrassment.

So dirty.

The boy thought so.

So he hid his arm again.

But if you hide it, there will be more exposed parts.

The boy stopped moving, like a puppet without any life, his eyes filled with emptiness and dead silence slowly closed, "Father..."

He said, "Don't cry."