Shen Ao’s spiritual root was ripped out. He should have been a dead man.
But the shadow on his body disagreed. Every blade meant for him that it took became its own pain.
Within three paces, it killed for him, spilling blood without a sound. Beyond three paces, he had to fend for himself.
The worst part was, this shadow hadn’t come for free.
It was a blade his enemy had been honing for over a decade. Now it was ready, and the first person it meant to cut down was its own master.
Shen Ao fled, and it followed. Shen Ao sought revenge, and it followed, gritting its teeth.
Six names in the clan register had been crossed out. The seventh was his.
(The shadow in this story never says a single word, from beginning to end.)
Very good, new theme, very attractive
It feels pretty good. The author should be a newcomer. The subject matter of the story is very good. Between countless thoughts, I also want to have a shadow to help me work and make money. I will be responsible for spending money, hahaha