When I was ten years old, I buried my parents with my own hands.
A long spear penetrated the mother's back and pinned the father to the ground.
I knelt before the Buddha and prayed for ten years. Buddha will not save me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was ten years old again.
The wind is still the same wind, and the snow is still the same snow.
But I am different.
I won't go to the bandits' den and waste my time.
I will go directly to Liangzhou City to find the person who killed me in my previous life.
In this life, I want to kill him before he takes action.
The general asked me: "What can you, a ten-year-old child, do?"
I took out my kitchen knife and flicked it.
"Kill."
