Chapter 88: The Legend of Red (Part 2) (Third Update)

"Ah?" The lively and cute Shajis immediately discovered these extraordinary fogs and flew over curiously.

They were spinning around in the mist and stretched out their hands to touch it from time to time. The mist seemed to have a dyeing effect. After a while, all the Shajis began to turn red, a little scary.

If ordinary people see Sha Ji now, they may regard them as terrible evil spirits stained with blood and fainted.

But of course Ulysses would not think so. He found that these red mists did not cause harm to Shaji, but instead made them look more lively, as if they had taken some kind of nutrition that could increase them.

Ulysses himself reached out to try the red fog and found that the fog contained some special element, but this element obviously did not hurt his body, but instead made him slightly excited.

As for that special element, Ulysses is actually not unfamiliar with it - it tastes of blood.

In my mind, what Noah said happened here unknowingly.

In this place, on this building with an ancient history, starting more than two thousand years ago, every once in a while, a girl of noble origin and excellent talent came here alone.

They were not here to see the stars or wait for others, but they were alone here to pick up a knife and cut the arteries of their wrists, watching all the blood flow out of their bodies until death separates them from the world.

They come from different countries and regions, and may even have different beliefs and races, but without exception, they chose to end their young and promising lives here.

What kind of mood did they use to come to this lonely roof alone in the middle of the night and end their lives with their own hands.

Ulysses just thought about the feeling of blood flowing out of his body, weakness and darkness sweeping over his body until he entered the eternal cold world, and it felt very unnatural.

He also experienced the feeling of the empty world slowly moving away from him. If it were not for the power of Aiya and the Book of Demon King, he might have truly died at that time. Because of this, he understood the horror of death more deeply than ordinary people.

That is definitely not a comfortable thing, let alone how much courage and awareness it would take to end your life with your own hands. If it weren't for the tremendous and unbearable pain, ordinary people would never choose to commit suicide. But Noah clearly said that the girl who died here had no reason to commit suicide.

They have a good background, a game of grades, and are innocent and beautiful. They have an infinitely beautiful future. They can't find any reason to commit suicide. However, they choose to end their young lives here, making the blood dye the entire roof red.

"Huh! Huh!" From the other side of dusk, a cold wind blew. Under the sunlight that had gradually become weak, this disrepaired roof was as strange and sad as another world.

The blood of the sunset and the blood of the mist blend together make this place a strange world. Coupled with the laughter of Shaji from time to time, it makes people feel even more chilling.

"Hey, if you really want to see me so much, just come out. You are not alone." Ulysses raised his courage and said loudly to the blood-colored mist that was becoming thicker and thicker.

He himself didn't understand why he wanted to see the master who looked so much, it was not just because of fear.

I wanted to see, I wanted to see, and I really wanted to see it. This impulse could not be suppressed, so that he did not leave the place as he had agreed with Noah, but instead stayed there on his own initiative.

"Ah! Ah!"

"Yeah!"

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The Shajis responded to Ulysses' call and made various sounds, as if they were actively greeting unknown lives hidden in this abnormal blood-colored world.

The crimson mist fluttered gently, and it seemed that there was no change from the moment, but the cool wind seemed to have become a little more.

A few large beads of sweat dripped from Ulysses' forehead, and although what he did looked like a fool who was seeking death in the horror story, he wanted to know what was watching him anyway.

The incomprehensible fear and the incomprehensible desire made him stand in the middle of the deep red fog without moving.

Then, there was nowhere to be heard, the distant and cold singing.

The lyrics are not clear and the rhythm is very casual, but at the moment the song sounds, the red fog suddenly becomes thicker, almost completely blocking the last glory of the setting sun.

"Ahhhh!"

"Hahaha!"

"Yeah!"

The Shajis who heard the singing began to dance happily. For those who are free and love freedom and joy, this strange world is not scary at all, but makes them feel even more interesting.

There is nothing they need to be afraid of, even death, around Ulysses.

With Ulysses as the center, Shaji danced a strange dance together and hummed the nursery rhyme-like song.

Since there is no structure that can speak the real sound, the Shajis can only issue simple syllables, but it does not prevent them from enjoying the joy of this music.

This kind of music is like being created for their innocent and lovely lives, full of innocent and joyful colors. However, in this deep red blood fog, in this dusk time when it seemed almost stagnant, the red shadows of the Shaji who suddenly danced were really not very good to people's hearts.

"Are you still not coming out?" Ulysses looked at the crimson mist around him with some disappointment. It was obvious that the "it" had reacted to his words, but he seemed not willing to appear in front of him.

But since these red fogs appear, it means that things have turned around. Perhaps as long as he waits for a while, he can know the truth of everything.

Ulysses, who forced himself to calm down, listened to the cute voices of Shaji, watched their cheerful dances, and waited quietly.

One, two, three, four... Ulysses, who began to calculate the dance steps of Shaji in boredom, suddenly trembled all over, and then quickly returned to his calm expression, but the trembling hands betrayed the fluctuations in his heart.

The number of Shaji team was wrong. He knew very well that the number of Shaji he summoned this time should be twelve in total.

But now, the number of Shaji dancing in this fog is thirteen.
Chapter completed!