My name is Hua Xin. Five years ago, my parents fell ill and never woke up from a plague. I crawled beside them like a small earthworm that could be seen everywhere and was shoveled onto the wooden cart together. The wheels creaked as they took me towards the remote mountains. Next to the blood-stained wooden cart, the escorting soldiers were talking and laughing. It seemed that I was just lying on the kang at home to rest while the car was jolting around. The uncles and parents beside me were weaving rattan baskets while talking and laughing about the addition of a fat, white boy to their family. The destination is reached quickly. The soldiers in iron-colored armor lifted up the planks with their bare hands and dumped the entire carload of corpses into a pit more than ten feet deep. The bodies that were shoulder to shoulder smashed into my bones and flesh. The pain made me feel that I was still alive. Let's go, these smelly things will be nothing but bones in the next two days, so we won't bother to bury them. This was the last word I heard before I saw Shangshen and my sister. From then on, I never heard this voice again in the endless time. Countless heavy bodies pressed against my shoulders and chest, and the breath of death was within reach. The more I resisted, the more powerless I felt. So the next second the corpse pressing on me disappeared, I felt like a death row prisoner who had received an amnesty and fainted with excitement. Death brought me to them, one as a god with a sword, and the other as just my sister. And my sister is just a thin little red snake at the moment. She spit out snake bites at me from time to time, as if she was deliberately scaring me or just yawning to watch the fun. After a while, she became tired and slumped on the shoulder of the god. It's so beautiful. I have never seen such a beautiful little red snake. I thought to myself.