He died once.
Three hundred years ago, when he was a great monk in the transformation stage, his most trusted friend stabbed him through the heart with a sword.
When he opened his eyes again, he was a blood slave waiting to be slaughtered in the mine. His hands and feet were chained and he was being taken to have his blood drawn.
In his previous life, he believed in his brothers, his sect, and the way of heaven to reward those who work hard. In this life, he doesn't believe anyone.
He felt along the blood-drawing tube and touched a giant blood-sucking net that spanned the human and demon clans and stretched for three thousand years.
The covenanter is seated in heaven. The man whose blood was drawn knelt in the mud.
Shen Duanyuan looked up at the sky.
He repaid the sword that stabbed him with interest.
He set aside this table for eating people.
