C350 You are playing a game

However, his blood was not bright red, but black. It was as if the color of ink, and the wrist on his right hand was also cut open by him. The pitch-black blood flowed down from his palm and dripped onto the ground, and very quickly, the ground became pitch black. There wasn't the slightest hint of pain on the face of the dried bone, but on the contrary, it was filled with excitement.

"Wang Yu