My name is Zhu Xie, evil Xie.
These two words are the mark engraved in my bones and blood, and they are the sharpest knife after being repeatedly polished by the world.
I won't talk to you about any nonsense, I will only use the blood on my hands and half my life's blood and tears to let you see with your own eyes the bloodiest, coldest, most bone-eating cruelty of this society - it will never leave you a way out, you When the scenery is beautiful, there are stars holding the moon, and in the heap of wine and meat, there are all smiling faces; when you fall, the wall falls and everyone pushes you, even the ants that were once stepped on by your feet dare to climb up and gnaw your bones, suck your blood, chew up your dignity, spit it on the ground and trample it.
