The five-year-old child huddled in the vicious dog's fur, and his ribs were visible under the cotton robe torn apart by his fangs.
He licked the solidified animal blood on the green bricks, and the salty taste entered his throat, but his stomach twitched with fire.
Children's laughter could be heard outside the dilapidated courtyard, and they threw muddy buns through the low wall: "You bastard, I'll reward you if you learn how to bark twice!"
He silently clutched the jade cicada left behind by his mother, the warm touch being the only warmth in the cold night.
Until I had a high fever on a rainy night, and the jade cicada cut the edge of my palm.
Blood-soaked runes floated in the darkness, and ancient syllables were automatically burned into my mind: "Those with broken spiritual roots will burn their bones for fuel and their blood for torches..."
Thunder exploded outside the window, illuminating his red eyes.
Refining Qi? Then use this broken body to burn through the dead end set by heaven.
