You were very happy on the day when the bone flute was made. You took your little apprentice who was still practicing Qing Dynasty on a carriage and walked to Chengdu. At a restaurant that made rabbit heads, you said that you could eat as much as you wanted.
You are happy, so you treat me, this is your temper. The apprentice is not upset. He rushes towards the cold dish with his bamboo chopsticks just to whet his appetite. The sour taste makes his stomach tremble. She suddenly asks you: "Whose bones are these?"
Good question. When you made your first Gu when you were just ten years old, you vowed to make a bone flute like your senior sister. Senior sister played a song for you. When the spirit snake lifted up its body and twisted and danced wildly, the bone flute shone eerily in the moonlight. The flute was carved by senior sister herself, and the fine carvings were densely packed with characters you didn't recognize.
The senior sister who used to long for the outside of the village changed drastically overnight. Like your master Rong Xia, she believed that Han people should be killed.
You immediately understand that it is a bone from a Han Chinese.
A few days later, you told your master that you also wanted to use Han people's bones to make an insect flute. Rong Xia, who always looked after his disciples, leaned over and touched your face with his hand. Since then, you have been a direct disciple of the Spider Angel, and your master will praise you every time you learn a new insect-controlling tune.
"Good boy."
Later, you also liked to praise others like this.
Purpose: Be honest, kind and caring about each other