On my twelfth birthday, the whole village was waiting for me to die.
Because none of the boys in our village survive the age of twelve.
This is "destiny", a curse engraved in the bones.
Just when I coughed up the first mouthful of black blood and thought I was going to see the King of Hell, a sloppy old Taoist kicked open the broken door of my house.
"Destiny? Bullshit!"
The old Taoist stuffed a pill into my mouth and laughed wildly: "Boy, God wants you to die at the third watch, why can't you live until the fifth watch? Come with me, I will teach you how to poke a hole in this thief!"
At that moment I realized that the curse of the village was just the beginning.
This world is the chessboard of the gods; all living beings are their discarded chess pieces!
They sit high for nine days, fiddling with fate, and regard us as ants.
Then from this ant body, step by step, with one sword, I will kill to the ninth level!
I want to show the sky full of gods and Buddhas——
The destiny can be cut off! My destiny is up to me, not to God!
