>On the day I was released from prison, I saw my wife and brother-in-law having sex in the living room.
>"The child is his, you are just an idiot who takes the blame." The wife sneered, stroking her pregnant belly.
>My brother-in-law picked up the bronze tripod and hit me on the head: "This garbage should have been dealt with long ago."
>I heard my skull crack as I rolled down the stairs.
>Blood soaked into the bronze fragments, and the evil spirit of thousands of years rushed into my pupils.
>When I opened my eyes again, the world had changed—the fetus in my wife's belly was wrapped with lifeless energy, and the auction documents in my brother-in-law's pocket were marked "fake."
>I licked the blood from the corner of my mouth and laughed.
>The fun has just begun.
