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In the year of the Holy Death, my whole family was massacred. That rainy night, seven hundred households in Lianhua Town turned into scorched earth. The murderer stood on the eaves holding an oil-paper umbrella, smiling as he watched me escape. After escaping into the forbidden area, I saw the remnant soul of the Holy One who died three hundred years ago. It was hanging under the giant tree in the cave. Its nine dark pupils were half-open, like a ferocious crescent moon. She said: "Accept my power, you will be cursed by heaven and you will not have a good death." I answered. After being reborn, his left eye turned into a holy pupil, and his white hair was dyed with sand. The emperor wants my power, the prince wants my heart, and the enemy prince wants my life. Only that proton held my trembling hand under the moon: "Does it hurt?" "It hurts." "Then I'll hurt you."