Blood Buns

The word "butcher" is taboo in Jianghu, so it is called "Sixing". Copper coins from the Xianfeng period were swirling in the blood and rust, and the sound of broken mountains and rivers awakened the crickets in the cracks of the Meridian Gate. But there are always some people who are born with the shackles of ancestral teachings on their backs, and even the curve of their skirts has been measured by the decrees of the previous dynasty - such as the family of criminals who scrubbed the blades of knives on behalf of the imperial court. They are the last mechanism in the secret box of the Forbidden City, and the secret knowledge of Zhenguo is soaked in the innocent souls of the thirty-six tribes of the Western Regions. Now the twenty-ninth generation head of the family, Zhao Gang, has frost on his temples, but he is still waiting for the thunder to crack open the iron law of his ancestral graves on a night of Jingzhe. Jianghu people say that destiny is hard to violate, but who has seen destiny? They are just poor people kneeling in the ancestral temple and counting their scars. The fog in the capital turned red. Seven female corpses with Xuanwu seals branded on their hearts emerged from Rouge Well in the south of the city, and Chu Yong's Zeng banner rang in the dust and smoke of the official road in the north of the city. The wind picked up, carrying the smell of rouge and rust. The Bodhisattva in the Jialan Hall looks down at the obsessions of the world, and the golden plaque of the Wulin League shines on the ravines in the heart. It turns out that what people long for is just an eternal candle, but they want to dance in the world of swords and swords. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.