Waking up one night, Huai Shuang found that his parents died tragically, the village was massacred, and he was the only one who survived. In order to survive, he begged on the street and was rescued. He thought he would return to the world, but instead he went to hell again.
He was whipped to death, his body was exposed in the wilderness, and he became a lonely ghost.
When the last light that illuminated him dimmed, Rakshasa appeared.
Others say he is an evil ghost crawling out of hell, eating human flesh, killing gods and immortals. But he said that he killed only those who deserved to die.
Despite the injustice in the world, he still maintains his integrity. It turns out that it was the boy he met when he was young who supported him in walking in the long dark night.
He wanted to ask God, "He gave me a man's body and a daughter's appearance, and gave me all the suffering in the world, but why didn't he give me the truth in return?"
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Demon King Futian is practicing forbidden arts. Several sacrificers under the formation have stopped moving. They must be dead. They are about to improve their magic skills.
At this time, something suddenly flew towards Futian's head. Futian hid and turned around to see a letter inserted into the pillar behind him. It was three inches deep in the wood, and there were two big characters "karma" written on it.
"The karma has come. Demon King Futian has practiced forbidden arts and killed people for self-interest. His sins are so serious that he should be sent to the seventh level of the Sword Mountain Hell. He has been sentenced to climb the Sword Mountain for 54 billion years." As he finished speaking, a slender figure walked towards Futian step by step. He saw the person in front of him clearly. She is tall, lean but not weak, with a naturally seductive feeling. She raises her phoenix eyebrows, her affectionate peach blossom eyes are full of pride, her thin lips are raised, and she smiles seductively. Her laughter is seductive, which makes Futian, who is not close to beauty, look a little dumbfounded. This is the curse of beauty.
Purpose: For justice