I watched helplessly as my clansmen were willing to be eaten up by the ghost clan at that time.
I refused to devote myself to the ghost tribe: "No, I still have my own things to do."
"My own thing?" "How could it be?" "Has a soul?" The ghost tribe members talked incessantly.
"What is a soul?" I was confused.
It turns out that I have been deceived all along, and so are everyone in the God Clan. We are all soulless zombies, so where did we come from? That day, I saw the girl who looked exactly like me in the Ghost Clan. Her name was Wenqing.
Intention: Learn to let go