On a snowy night, she crushed the trafficker's throat and dragged seven-year-old me into hell.
"Does it hurt?" Liulihong's blood-stained fingertips scratched my eyelids, "This world specializes in eating the bones of living Bodhisattvas."
After ten years of training, she turned me into a monster——
A pair of ghost eyes can see all the treasures in the world, but they can see that the boatman's waist plate in the Qingming River Scene is engraved with the blood curse of the collector's murder of his ancestors;
A pair of Buddha's hands can break a game like playing a harp, and can dismantle the poison box in a gambling game to kill the opponent, but the blood flows back from my fingertips to my heart;
He has magical skills, disguises, onomatopoeia and hidden weapons... Until the night he left the army, the blood jade cicada I stole had "Qiu Weixue" engraved on its belly.
Only when I first entered the world did I understand the truth she taught:
In Tianjin Wei's treasure-appraisal ring, he forced the master to cut off his "treasure-appraisal hand" because he used the blood of his own children to nourish porcelain and charm foreigners;
When the coffin was opened in the Qinling Underground Palace, they were shocked to see that the corpse in the coffin was wearing her earrings. The mural revealed that the tombkeepers suppressed her entire family;
When the Thousand-Faced Buddha went crazy and killed his son, his ghost eyes reflected his memory - the blood of my whole family had already flowed into a river under his knife.
And when she activated the blood sacrifice formation, I realized that the most poisonous situation was hidden at the very beginning:
"My dear disciple," Liuli's red and white hair was caressing my cheek, "your ghost eyes that see through all things... Have you ever seen yourself clearly?"
The iron chains at the bottom of the Demon Suppressing Well were locked, locking up my brother who looked like me.
The late emperor's edict appeared in the firelight: Twin demon fetuses, choose one to sacrifice to heaven.
There are no treasures or treasures in this world——
The mirror of Luoyang reflects the demons in people's hearts, while the bronze cauldron reflects the ghosts of craftsmen.
I used the broken hexagram plate of Buddha's hand to establish a new rule: "The counterfeiter will have his fingers cut off, and the treasure thief will be buried without trace!"
