Gu Long's novel, which novel is Fu Hongxue Counting Plum Blossoms? It is best to give a website link or an article fragment. thank you

There is no other color in the room, only black!

Even the sunset shone in and turned into a hapless dead gray.

Before the sunset came in, she knelt in front of the black shrine and on the black futon.

The black veil hung so low that no one could see what was enshrined in it or her face.

Her face was covered with black gauze, and her black robe was scattered on the ground like a dark cloud, leaving only a pair of shriveled, old and ghostly hands.

She folded her hands and muttered, but she was not praying for God's blessing, but cursing.

Curse God, curse the world, curse everything between heaven and earth.

A boy in black knelt motionless behind her, as if he had been kneeling here with her since ancient times. You can kneel down until everything is destroyed.

The setting sun shone on his face. His face is handsome and prominent, but it looks like snow and ice on a distant mountain.

The setting sun is dim and the wind is howling.

She suddenly stood up, tore open the black man in front of the shrine and took out a dark iron box.

Is this iron box the god she believes in? She held it hard, and the veins stood out on the back of her hand, but she kept shaking.

There is a knife on the mysterious table. The scabbard and handle are all dark.

She suddenly pulled out a knife and split the iron box with one knife.

There is nothing in the iron box except a pile of crimson powder.

She clapped her hands and said, "Do you know what this is?"

Nobody knows-nobody knows except her!

"This is snow, red snow!"

Her voice was piercing and sharp, like a ghost crying in a cold night: "When you were born, the snow was red and stained with blood!" " "

The boy in black bowed his head.

She came over and sprinkled red snow on his head and shoulders: "remember, from now on, you are God, the god of revenge!" Whatever you do, don't regret it. No matter how you treat them, you should! The voice was filled with a mysterious self-confidence, as if all the curses of ghosts and gods between heaven and earth were hidden in this latosolic red powder and attached to the young man. Then she put her hands in the air and murmured, "I have been preparing for this big project for eighteen years, for eighteen years, and now everything is ready." Why don't you go? "

The boy in black bowed his head and said, "I ..."

She suddenly waved a knife and stabbed the land in front of him. She snapped, "Let's go, cut off their heads with this knife, and then come back to see me, or I will curse you and the sky!" "

The wind is howling.

She watched him walk out slowly into the dark night, and his people seemed to gradually melt into the darkness.

The knife in his hand seems to melt in the darkness.

At this time, darkness has enveloped the earth.

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