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The mass grave was littered with corpses. Their stench carried for miles, and the only living things there were crows that fed on the dead.
A little "jiangshi" hid in a dark space surrounded by bodies.
In the darkness, he suddenly saw a soft, rosy little dumpling standing atop a mountain of corpses. The child held out a chubby little hand like a lotus root and gazed at him with eyes full of starlight.
"Little jiangshi, let's be friends!"
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The entire Jinghou household was slaughtered in a single night, and their corpses piled up into a mountain at the mass grave.
People said Xiao Yin had survived for ten years at the mass grave by eating the flesh and blood of his own family.
Ten years later, he bathed the palace in blood and slew his enemies. He was cruel beyond measure, like an evil ghost crawling out of hell.
Just as everyone thought he would ascend the throne, he carefully washed the blood from his hands and gently drew Meng Wu into his arms.
"Awu, the throne is filthy. We don't want it. All I need is you."
My Awu is pure and clean.
Theme: Beautiful things always find their way to you when you least expect them.
