The bright clothes and angry horses of my youth, full of high spirits, suddenly became a distant and hazy old dream. Day after day of hard work has long dimmed those unruly and bright eyes.
If it weren't for Zhu Cheng, he might have died silently in the smelly and turbulent sea one day.
But now, Zhu Cheng is dead, and his thin face is full of pain, panic, despair, and weak but profound hatred...
This hatred is also branded in my eyes, and it is getting stronger and stronger...
Purpose: Just talk about mysteries and Taoism, and ask about karma and retribution