My name is Shen Que.
They said I was born with mud. Yes, I crawled out of the sewage ditch in the lower city.
When I was five years old, the iron boots of the city guards stepped on my face. Lying under my mother's body, I understood for the first time - in this world, good people may not always be rewarded.
When he was nine years old, the family came to Xiacheng to take his pulse. The cold stone pressed against my chest, darkening for a moment, as if I was dead.
"All dead orifices. Not a single living orifice."
People around are laughing. The young master from an aristocratic family is riding a horse, looking like an ant blocking the road. At that moment, I swallowed the words "all dead" into my stomach and into my bones.
When I was twelve years old, I was secretly learning martial arts. Three of my ribs were broken and I was stepped on in the face. "A useless person with all the dead body dares to learn martial arts?"
I didn't answer. It's not that I have nothing to say, I just swallowed my words.
At the age of sixteen, I risked my life to dig that wall. Vomiting blood, oozing blood, torn meridians - I used the stupidest method to cut a crack.
I call it "The Shattering Tip". Use your life to break down the wall.
Then I killed someone. Use broken tiles to cut his throat and whisper in his ear——
"Killing... Is not difficult."
The flowers that bloom in the mud are not flowers, but scars. I have scars all my life. Not bad for this one.
They said I was a mad dog. I don't care.
Mad dogs are not picky eaters, but I am. I don't eat people—I eat according to the rules of cannibalism.
I'm neither a good person nor a bad person. I am a ghost crawling out of the mud. You have turned the world into hell, then I will destroy this hell and build a new one!
