Three hundred years after his death, Shen Que miraculously climbed out of the nailed coffin.
The good news is that he is alive, but the bad news is that most of his soul is gone and he can't remember much at all. Let alone chasing the murderer at midnight, except for some vague basic memories, he doesn't even know the road.
Fortunately, nature is easy to change, and Shen Que at least has one very good characteristic - a bad mouth.
With his bad words, Shen Que quickly succeeded in getting along like a fish in water among the passing juniors.
The junior cracked melon seeds and said, "The battle back then was very tragic. Lord Zhuosheng and Shen Buding died in such a miserable way. All the senior brothers turned against each other. Lord Yuzhao was the most ruthless. He summoned his natal sword Yuehua and stabbed Shen Buding through."
Lord Zhuosheng, who has been dead for three hundred years, Shen Que: "Is that so? I have been in seclusion for hundreds of years and I have never heard of such legends." He grabbed a handful of melon seeds from the junior's hand with relish, "Who is Lord Yuzhao?"
"Jade Zhao, you are naturally the current master of Fengtian Peak..." The junior's voice stopped abruptly.
"It's me." A strange yet familiar voice sounded behind him. Shen Que was shuddered as if he had experienced an electric shock, and melon seeds spilled all over the floor.
"Shen Buding, long time no see."
Shen Que: "..." Who did you say stabbed him to death?
Shen Que's confused mind thought about it for a long time, and he couldn't remember how he offended the gentlest senior brother in his impression to the point of being so angry that he stabbed himself through with a sword.
Ps. Any similarity is purely coincidental (put your hands together)
Intention: to grow together through ups and downs with the right person