Seventy thousand years ago, on the banks of the Netherworld River, a crack opened in the hard Sansheng Stone, and vines grew out of it, and even a flower flower grew out of it, attracting everyone from the Netherworld Division to watch day and night. Almost everyone was looking forward to it blooming.
Until one day, a little fat hand broke their expectations.
Nanke: Did I do something wrong?
Okay,
My wife was killed by me.
Purpose: Inspirational