Before Wang Hao was born, his father went to a temple to pray for his family's safety. On his way back, just as he was about to leave, he happened to encounter something unusual.
"Benefactor, wait! Please wait." Wang Hao's father stopped and turned around. After looking over, he watched as the elder walked up to him, carefully studying his face. Once the elder had examined his features, he lowered his head and gently shook it from side to side several times, letting out a sigh now and then. Wang Hao's father was puzzled and couldn't help asking, "Elder, why are you sighing?" The elder gave no reply. He simply reached into the pocket of his yellow kasaya, took something out, and handed it to Wang Hao's father. It looked like a letter, but not quite. It was a sheet of paper, white as snow, covered in writing made entirely in blood. Wang Hao's father couldn't help but shudder with fear... Everyone knows that life is full of conflicts and troubles, and it's hard to avoid...
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
