I'm crazy.
Everybody says so.
The woman leaned against the wall, looking tired. The fire folder clicked, and the bright yellow fire lit up in the night, reflecting half of the woman's face like a ghost.
In the dim night, she opened her eyes with a flash, and the fire was jumping between her eyes. It was beautiful, and white smoke was everywhere.
She touched the boy's face contemptuously, gesturing left and right with her bright red nails, and the malice in her eyes was like the cold autumn wind.
The lips were chapped, as if they were thirsty for blood, and from time to time they stretched out their scarlet tongue to lick them. The eyes were reddish, filled with malice, like a layer of blood mist shrouding people.
She laughed out loud, extremely beautiful, but the stars in her pupils gradually dimmed, showing only the coldness and gloominess of the dark night.
A white dress was dyed into a bloody dress, her hand gently wiped the sword, dripping with blood, she smiled at the people who heard the sound, and said angrily, "Why did you come so late? The show is all over."
"Remember me! My name is Zuban."
Everyone stopped and saw the woman putting the long sword in her hand on her snow-white neck, spinning, jumping, and dancing in a red dress. The gurgling blood was also swaying with the woman's figure, adding a little color to the dance.
They said that Zu Ban killed the entire Bian family, even the young children.
But, my name is Zuban, and I am fourteen years old.
Later...
I opened cake shops and hot pot restaurants all over Dayong.
"What, the whole world is attacking the Lord of the Dark Pavilion?" Isn't it me who is attacking?
