The world only knows that I, Wu Song, killed a tiger with a fist, but they don't know that the wine my sister-in-law warmed for me that night was the real flame that dragged me into the abyss.
They call me a hero, but is the fate of a hero to watch his loved ones die in vain while the official documents are as light as a feather?
Wangfa? Justice?
When all these have become the playthings of the powerful, the iron fists in my hands are my only method.
They forced me to change from a law-abiding capital official to a fugitive criminal; they forced me to put down my honor and become a Shura seeking my life in the dark. I have killed people, drank blood, and questioned the gods and Buddhas all over the sky——
What is right? What is evil?
My name is Wu Song, and this is my diary.
There is no hero who fights tigers here, only a man who avenges his brother, and... That gentle poison that was destined to destroy me from the beginning.
Open it and you will see how a hero was driven step by step by this cannibalistic world.
