In troubled times, my sister and I depended on each other.
The crazy old man taught me to use bones as swords and blood to nourish Qi.
I thought that with a sword, I could protect the whole world.
Until a bowl of porridge and a piece of talisman paper,
Bit by bit she was bitten into a corpse immortal Gu seed.
I slay all evil spirits and destroy all evil formations,
But she couldn't stop her from wanting to die just so she wouldn't drag me down.
This sword can split the heaven and the earth, and kill thousands of poisons.
But he couldn't cut off the last trace of tenderness in her eyes.
Sister, this world is too bitter, I will not live with you.
Intention: Sincerity in troubled times