He looked at all things with eyes that were no different from those of ordinary people. It had only been more than twenty years in this world, but his demonic bones were filled with wind, frost, rain and snow that had accumulated for nearly a hundred years. The powerful force that generations of people sacrificed with their bones and blood to commemorate the dead body was resisting him. Believe, doubt, struggle, be disillusioned, destroy, rebuild. But in the end, this body of demon bones still used the pain of cutting his skin to question him, is it the demon bones that are more terrifying, or the human heart? Ps: The author is a student and will be updated from time to time. In addition, this is my first work. I am inexperienced, have a lot of typos, and have a lot of imaginative ideas. Comments are welcome, I love to hear them.