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His name is Ah Xu, a man who collects bones in troubled times. Everyone said that he was soft-boned and would not fight back even if he was beaten or scolded. Even the wild dogs in the city were tougher than him. But no one knows that there are two things hidden in his eyes - his left eye sees through the hypocrisy of the world, and his right eye looks directly into the darkness of people's hearts. No one knew that what he buried was not the bones, but the rules. He buries the bones of good people with a handful of loess, measuring exactly three feet and three inches. He also buried the bones of the wicked-buried them alive. The eminent Buddhist monks gave porridge to the people, but secretly they were making human bone soup. The government posted a notice to calm the people, but secretly they were looking for soul refining materials. In this world, those dressed in white are not necessarily humans, and those with scars and scars are not necessarily ghosts. When the hypocrisy in the city was torn apart and all the souls returned, he raised his head from the humble dust. "Bone is soft, but it won't be soft after you bury it." His rules are the rules of this troubled world. Hong Ling had a dream and another person died.