When I opened my eyes, it was a rainy night in 1993! Wu Sansheng put the knife against his throat: "Lian Lian, I'm sorry."
I pressed the recorder with my backhand and chuckled: "Brother Sansheng, Master Jiejiu's car... Has arrived at the alley."
When the bronze door slowly opened, I turned around and smiled at the descendants of the Nine Gates:
"In this life, villains are not chess pieces - I will play chess." (This book is a second creation by a fan, paying homage to the classic of the Southern Three Uncles.)
