IS Chapter 112

The snow gradually lessened, but it was still falling. In the snowy ground, a person was slowly walking forward, using a sword as a cane. He was very small, not even reaching an adult's waist. The layers of blood on his clothes had already dried, a thick, turbid, deep red. The night was also thick, like ink that hadn't been ground properly. However, the snow's light reflected on the child's face, revealing an outline as clear as ice, as transparent as ice. He walked forward. His black hair was…