The Current Evil Spirit? Counting from the Day You Dismantled and Observed

Hundreds of years of chains have entangled my bones, and the Blue Wax Temple is my tomb. Until the bulldozer ran over the eaves and the talisman turned to dust in the roar. "Boom——" When the last stone fell to the ground, I opened my eyes. The blood droplets dug into the palms of the hands by the nails dripped on the cracked seal, and black energy rushed into the sky like a living thing. Those who are waving drawings and laughing at me as "feudal dross", those who are looking forward to the demolition money to crush my prison, are still celebrating with their wine glasses. I patted my dusty robe, and my joints shone coldly in the moonlight. The current evil spirit? Ha From the moment you dismantle this view, This world is the paper on which I write my blood debt.