Dressed in black, Han Fei stood alone with his black umbrella, walking on the silent streets.
"Black rain is falling from the night sky, as if the unspeakable above my head is fading away."
With only a drop of blood to his name, Han Fei was currently under tremendous psychological pressure. He could now confirm that the dark clouds shrouding the Black Rain Area were a monstrously large ghost.
"The mirrors in the Black Rain Area are left by the unspeakable, but why do they shatter every time Kuangxiao and I appear in them? Is it because our past killings have exceeded the mirror's limits, or are the mirrors in the peripheral areas just some shoddy workmanship left behind by the unspeakable?"
Han Fei couldn't enter the Blood-colored Orphanage, and the only way he could communicate with Kuangxiao was through those mirrors filled with death. In this eerie area, Han Fei had found a way to communicate with Kuangxiao, albeit it might involve breaking a few mirrors.
