I am a killer without a name. The day I first met him, he whispered, "There are only two or three flowers blooming on the southern branches. Chanting incense in the snow will make some powder." From then on, I had a name, called Yinxiang. I never knew that a killer with blood-stained hands could have such an elegant name. Yinxiang: For killers, there are only two kinds of people in this world: living people and dead people. And for us, there are only two ways to deal with living people: kill or not kill. Situ Xuan: In this world, to me, there are only two kinds of people, useful people and useless people.
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