The Knife Has to Be Sharpened Often, and the Life Has to Be Carried Hard to Replace the Thirty Years After Death.

I squatted next to the body and felt the marks of strangulation with my fingers. It's not the rope that's tied, it's the lifeline that's broken. My name is Chu He, a scapegoat who specializes in dying for people who deserve to die. Body of death Others are afraid of death, but I am afraid of death. I have died ten thousand times, and every time it hurts terribly, but I am addicted. Because only the moment my heart stopped beating did I feel alive. It's hard to calm down Lao Zhang sharpened the knife for me, tied his lifeline to the handle of the knife, and died. A-Huan played the piano for me, but that night when the string broke, she fell into my arms and her blood seeped into the body of the piano. Hongzhuang said: "You die for me, and I will live for you." Carry it hard The master of the Eternal Life Pavilion collected scapegoats to refine the elixir of immortality and asked me to die for him one last time. I laughed. The knife must be sharpened often, and the life must be carried hard. These ten thousand lives, I died for everyone in the world, but this time—— I want to die once for "death" itself. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.