Shen Du, a modern soul, once traveled through time, became a beggar on death row who was drugged to death.
The execution will take place at noon tomorrow.
There is no golden finger, no grandpa, only a body that is too weak to stand and a handful of iron pieces taken from the dead.
He doesn't understand the rules of this world, and he doesn't want to understand—
What face, what seniority, what sect one comes from, what unspoken rules?
If you touch me, I will kill you.
You set up a trap to harm me, I will remember it and will come back sooner or later.
You follow the rules, I follow the fate.
On the day he was released from death row, Shen Du was covered in blood and stood in the dark alley thinking about one thing:
Anyone in this world can step on him, so he will make no one dare to step on him.
Kill decisively and do whatever you don't accept. The modern soul is tough in the ancient world of high martial arts.
——"My name is Shendu, the one who crosses the river. Whoever blocks my way becomes the river."
