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My name is Yan Xiu. I was unlucky when I traveled through time and became a withered skeleton in a grave. But this is not without its benefits. Like fine wine and delicious food? Sorry, no appetite. For example, the love between children? Sorry, not interested. For example, breaking the formation and grabbing the treasure? Hug... Wait, fellow Taoist, please elaborate. In short, there is a human-faced skeleton in this world who worships the moon and cultivates, looking for powerful bones everywhere. Many years later, I left this line on my tombstone. "I saw that all living beings were white bones, and my green eyes shone coldly across thousands of rivers. The shadow of the sword split the chaotic sky, Penglai suddenly fell, and the stars collapsed. Suddenly a flock of crows followed the order and threw the floating life towards the empty altar. The bones of immortals and Buddhas are piled up into a mountain, and the wind cannot blow them away, and the moonlight is cold forever. "