Secret Arts: How a Jinx Is Made

In any era, there are injustices.

All I ever saw were people getting angry at me, acting viciously toward me, yelling at me, beating me, and exploiting me. All I could do was endure it.

Why endure it?

Not because I was humble, open-minded, or magnanimous.

It's just that I was born arrogant, but I lacked the strength to back it up.

Jiang Yuhuo obtained half a volume of secret techniques. He mixed his hair, blood, and fingernails with snakes, insects, rats, and ants to raise a dog.

Three years later, the dog died in a car accident. Only then was the secret technique complete, and I was free to roam the world as I pleased.

From the start, I had just one dog. Nobody better mess with me.

Those who insult me, I torment. Those who torment me, I destroy. Those who destroy me, I grind to dust, send skyward, and dance on their graves!

Friends, life is hard. Don't ask what the future holds. Just keep moving and see what comes.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.