I was born with white pupils, which are called ghost eyes.
He was abandoned by his parents in a mass grave when he was born. Fortunately, an old woodcutter picked him up and hid him in the mountains.
I can see ghosts, and I can see people's hearts clearly.
The mountains are full of strange things and there are countless wronged souls. I put an end to their obsessions and listened to their grievances for half my life.
But I gradually understood - ghosts have grudges, but they do not deceive the good; people are polite, but they are the most vicious.
The people in the village have extremely high IQs, their words are impeccable, and every word contains a hidden weapon.
They kill with morality, unite with interests, and commit crimes with indifference.
The only person who treated me well was devoured by this world one by one.
An adoptive father dies tragically, a good man dies, and the last bit of light is extinguished.
On the night when hundreds of ghosts walked through the night, I stood on the barren mountain and looked coldly at the world.
They all said that I was a monster, but they didn't know that the real evil spirits were all dressed in human skin.
From now on, there are no good people in the deep mountains. I have deep and dark eyes, and I can only cross ghosts, but not people's hearts.
