Hundred Battles Prison Picture

My grandfather was the general of Zhenbei in Dayong. He guarded the border for thirty years and killed 73,000 barbarians. But he was shot down by an arrow from behind by his own people, and his head hung on the city gate. The day I was sent to death row, there was a gash in the back of my head, and blood flowed all over the floor. The moonlight shines in at night and shines on the dense knife marks on the wall - those were the things carved by people who were imprisoned here for generations before they died with their fingernails, bones and last breaths. Those knife marks came alive. Like countless little snakes, worming their way into my mind. Later I found out that it was called [Hundred Battles of Prison Picture]. The obsessions of the people who have died in this cell are all on this wall. Every night, I had to be beaten to death by them in my dreams dozens of times before I could learn any and all moves. There was an old man with a hunchback in the prison who handed me half a bowl of wine through the cracks in the bars every day. He said: "Drink, and you will be beaten tomorrow." I don't know who he is. All I know is that those who tried to kill me in prison ended up dead. Three years later, I walked out of the prison and found that there were more people outside who wanted to kill me. One by one, I will send them down to accompany my fellow prisoners. Someone asked me who those old ghosts in the picture were. I said: He's my master, he's my brother, he's the only person in the world who doesn't think I'm stupid and doesn't have any ideas about me—a dead person. What they taught me is enough to last me a lifetime. During three years in prison, I learned three thousand ways to die, just to change my way of living. Hundred Battles Prison Picture, open! It's enough for me to send the living enemies down to see them one by one.