There were some faint wall lights flickering in the dark corridor, and the blood-red liquid covered the outside of the lamp wall, adding a trace of unspeakable horror to this not-so-quiet darkness. Du Jin shrank his body as much as possible in the corridor In the compartment in the aisle, through the gap on the alloy door of the compartment, he felt even more anxious at this moment: This style of painting is not right. If you think 'Blood Moon Dimension' is not bad, please don't forget to ask your QQ group Recommend it to your friends on Weibo!