After being surrounded and killed at night, when Qiao Xiaoqiao climbed up from the cellar, apart from the corpses of his close relatives, only a broken knife remained in front of him.
She picked up the broken knife with her bare eyes: "Kill, kill, kill!"
But he heard the broken knife covered with patina suddenly jingled and spoke: "Life and death are human nature, little girl, please don't be so violent."
In order to relieve the murderous thoughts in Qiao Xiaoqiao's heart, Po Dao took her all the way to the mountains and rivers, sent away the orphaned son and saved the hopeless woman.
Later, I passed a beautiful hillside and heard that this place was once a mass grave.
"You're right," Qiao Xiaoqiao looked at the green grassy hillside, "Life is moving forward, I should let go."
But Po Dao remained silent.
Qiao Xiaoqiao felt something was wrong and lowered his head to look. He saw that the long, dark and shiny sword in his hand was red, the blade was trembling, and even the copper handle was frighteningly hot.
The young man's extremely forbearing voice came from inside: "Kill, kill, kill!"
*Redemption text
Intention: Good deeds and evil deeds will be rewarded
