The blood of all beasts, the tears of demons, the hearts of emperors, and the souls of gods and Buddhas.
When Li Xiaoling was alive, she was like a ball of air, with no sense of existence at all. She has no friends, no husband, no children, not even a so-called relative.
She was lonely when she was alive, and even more frighteningly lonely when she died.
When she died, she thought she could escape loneliness, but she became even more lonely. After she died, she really turned into a ball of air, and she couldn't even speak or complain.
She came to a very subtle world. She could see everything and all life, but those could not see her.
This is made up of many short stories. Sadness becomes a disaster, and the reverse flow becomes a river.