He is a murder tool and the strongest member of the Demon Cult's strongest killer group, "Mourning". Maybe "mourning" no longer belongs to the category of human beings
, they have no identity, names, and are tearless and ruthless. They are monsters who do not eat ordinary food but are bloodthirsty. They have no rationality and cannot communicate. They only know how to kill, but they obey the orders of those who hold the Xuanming Order of the Demon Cult. Wearing strange blood-like masks and black silk cloaks, they shuttle among all kinds of dying people and the dead. However, maybe it was the little girl I met by chance when I was young, maybe it was the mysterious drunken old man who secretly appeared during training, or maybe it was the jade pendant I had carried with me since I was a child. Let him still retain the last trace of warmth and clarity in his heart.
Years later, he became a terrifying murderer. While executing his master's orders, he accidentally fell off a cliff together with a woman who suddenly appeared. At the bottom of the cliff, the woman who was about to take the opportunity to kill him, who was unable to move because of his injuries, saw his birthmark exposed by his torn clothes hanging from the trees. She looked complicated but began to ignore his beastly roar, struggled, and resisted to take care of him. Gradually, he no longer resisted her, and he slowly came closer to her heart. . . . . .