One accidentally died, one accidentally wore clothes, and one accidentally became a closed disciple of a run-down sect.
Master said, son, you have to bring glory to our sect, you are the hope of our sect.
Later, the master died. People in the world said that the master had killed many people before he was killed by someone seeking revenge.
The sect failed to shine, so we had no choice but to run for our lives.
On the way to escape, he accidentally met an unlucky man who was ordered to keep vigil. The unlucky man said that he could see the great-grandfather sleeping in the imperial mausoleum.
Damn it, he couldn't escape alone, so he brought an oil bottle with him
Intention: struggle
