The protagonist is ruthless and has killed many people on the road to Daden Immortal, including his adoptive father, master, senior brother, friends, adopted son, and followers.
The first sword killed his father, the second sword killed his master, the third sword killed his sect members, and the fourth sword killed his old friends... He learned to be a good swordsman, and all those who had a close friendship with him died under his sword.
When I dreamed about it at midnight, all these dead men crawled out from the ground again, strangled this cold-hearted lover by the neck, and asked him if he had any regrets for a moment.
The protagonist burst into laughter. If I regretted it at this moment, wouldn't I be bullying myself who had made the choice?
The hand holding his neck relaxed for a moment, then suddenly tightened. More hands stretched out from all directions, grabbing his arms, waist, and thighs. Several familiar dead faces overlapped and separated again and again. They crowded in front of the protagonist, with frightening gloomy and crazy expressions. The protagonist wanted to escape, but there were people in every direction, and he could not retreat in any direction.
Caught between a rock and a hard place, the protagonist was cruelly retaliated to come back, for his sword not sluggish in the first place, and for his ruthlessness in making them die and wait for many years before finally turning into ghosts and returning to the world.
Unexpressed love and accumulated hatred intertwine into an overwhelming net, trapping the only prey and eating it up bit by bit.
In the end, they used their love and hate to send this person to the road to immortality that he dreamed of.
But I never thought that even after becoming an immortal, I would not be able to get rid of this nightmare.
*Probably the vinegar in the dumpling vinegar
*Try a new narrative method that makes chaos feel at ease ()
*If there are too many people who are too lazy to give names, just use pronouns.
Intention: Let nature take its course
