[High-burning + group portraits + intrigues + brothels + rivers and lakes + no system pure IQ crushing]
[Bloody opening, enter]
On a snowy night, a hundred red armors were trampled into a pulp by fire oxen.
At night in Kyoto, sixty-five mouths of blood spattered the Shogun Gate.
Zhuque Street, Beimang Mountain, Weishui River Crossing, Battle of the Yangtze River, Drizzle Jiangnan
Blood flowed for 1,500 miles in ten days.
…
The wind calmed, the clouds stopped, the rain stopped, and a baby opened his eyes in the coffin shop.
Two figures, one tall and one short,
They make coffins, sell, sell justice, sell the world, sell joys and sorrows.
They made coffins and buried them, burying enemies, old dynasties, and heaven.
A nine-year-old genius who bought a brothel with twenty silver.
"Yulin Bell" is sung in the brothel...
See how he uses the smoke and rain of the brothel to wash away the blood debt in the north.
