When the golden tent was destroyed, I was pressed under a pile of corpses, and the blood of my loved ones dripped into my throat—the ancestral seal was broken.
The vein of "blood glutton" is awakened. Power surged with pain, and the memory of the deceased exploded in his skull. I became a glutton for blood and a painful vegetarian.
I hid in the "ditch-filling camp" of the border army. I started by stealing the dead and gradually learned to suck the blood of the wounded and the killing intent of the generals. For three years, as far as the eye could see, all that was left on the battlefield was a churning stream of blood.
On the decisive day of the Northern Expedition, under the banner of the Chinese Army, I met the enemy of the genocide - the current Marshal of the North. He is conferring on me the title of "Uncle Zhongyong" for my military achievements.
Kneeling in his homeland to receive the token, thousands of souls screamed in his body. He smiled and asked me what reward I wanted.
I raised my head, and the gluttonous lines appeared slightly under my eyes:
"I would like to be the marshal... To swallow up all the enemies in the world."
He thought he had a sharp blade.
But he didn't know that the knife had fangs, and he was carefully checking the pulse of the person holding the knife.
