C1570 Unlucky yuan huang

In the depths of the forest, there was an old man who was carrying a load of firewood. His footsteps were sluggish as he slowly walked down the mountain.

From time to time, a rain of blood would fall from the sky above the mountain forest. Although it was a rain of blood, it did not have the slightest hint of the smell of blood.

This was the end of heaven and earth