I Am Raising Rusty Knives in This World

The white jade capital in the sky has five cities on the twelfth floor. Immortals caress my head, knotting my hair and receiving immortality. …That's what's written in the book. The reality is that there is no Bai Yujing in the sky, only a group of indescribable things who regard the world as a prison. My name is Chen Ping'an, a tuberculosis ghost in Lin'an City. I have a knife that I picked up from the scrap metal pile in the blacksmith shop. The blade is as rusty as my broken body. Neighbors say that I made up the number in the human world, and the knife also made up the number in the iron pile. They don't know, I use the red dust as a millstone and dip the blood of living beings into lamp oil. When I have worn away the rusty blade and become cold, I dare to teach the sun and moon to make a new sky. … That year during the Qingming Festival, it rained in Lin'an. The young man held a rusty kitchen knife, looked at the so-called gods and Buddhas in the sky, and whispered: "This room is too noisy." This time, let's stay in the mud and look up at the stars. " This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.