Others burn incense to pray for immortality, but I close the eyes of the dead. Those who died violently, those who died unjustly, those who were soaked in the river, all passed by me.
Until that night I had buried seven corpses,
Pressing his hand on it, a line of words lit up in front of his eyes——
[Recording three rays of regret]
It turns out that every dead person I have ever touched,
He is willing to give his last breath of life to me.
I use this breath to deduce martial arts, deduce techniques, and deduce the death of others.
Others asked me if I was afraid.
I'm not afraid.
I just want to know, before those people died,
What did I see?
