Sin Left in the World

Looking at the ancient battlefield, you can see mountains and rivers in the distance. There are no broken halberds and broken weapons, no yellow sand and white bones dancing, only the broken city wall standing alone, with rust on the city wall, and dried blood stains spreading on the city wall, along with this blood. There was a gun, and a gun nailed a man. There should have been silence and endless bones around him, but there were faint echoes floating around. Who am I, I have many names, my body is far away, I have loved and hated, and gradually forgotten who I am, but there are always some things I dare not forget: establishing a heart for the world, establishing a destiny for the people, inheriting the unique knowledge of the past saints, and creating peace for all generations. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.