I stared at the constantly beating number on the screen of my phone, and it took me three seconds to realize that the rent had gone up again. The heavy rain outside the window hit the iron shed, and the crackling sound was like someone hitting my head with a hammer. There were no lights on in the room, and only the light from the mobile phone screen reflected on my face. I sat on the edge of the bed, with half a mouthful of soup left in the instant noodle box at my feet, which had already become cold.
Suddenly my throat felt fishy, and I suddenly covered my mouth. There was a hot sting in the palm of my hand, and those fragmented memories came out from the seams of the bones——
The light of the sword, the blood, the formation of the Shadow Pavilion, and the siege of three hundred people.
When I was stabbed in the chest from behind, the last words I heard were "Master of the Dragon King Palace, today is the day you die." Then the chest exploded, and the dragon soul was broken into eighty-one pieces, each piece burning into the soul like a soldering iron. I wasn't completely dead, or rather, God allowed me to die halfway and then stuffed me into this tattered body.
Someone smashed the wall outside the door: "Damn it, I'm crying in the middle of the night!"
