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The Swordsman on a Rainy Night Went from Living in the Firewood Shed to Being a Murderer in Kyushu
Xuanhuan雨夜刀客从柴房活口到九州索命人
Sun And Moon Lantern Holder
When a heavy rain collapsed the threshold of Chen's house, Chen Yan was buried in a pile of firewood and dug his fingernails into the mud. He listened to his father's bones shattering under the iron bars of Xuantie Hall, looked at his mother's blood-stained clothes, and finally the roof beams crackled and burned, turning half of the night sky into blood. During those three days, he huddled up in the mezzanine of the woodshed, not even daring to cry, but just counting in his heart: One to thirty-seven was the fate of the Chen family, and it was also a debt engraved in his bones. Three years later, he dug up the soil of his mother's grave and dug out the demon knife "Blood He" covered with dark red witch patterns. The knife will burn when stained with blood, and the witch marks will drill into the bones: it can cut the throat of the enemy, and it can also eat away at his sanity in the middle of the night, forcing him to brandish the knife in the empty alley and shout his old name. Qingxiang's first stabbing, the fleshy man's blood spattered on his face, but he didn't blink. The moment the witch pattern sucked away the blood beads, he understood - this knife gave him not a way to survive, but a gamble to exchange half his life for revenge. He rushed to the west of the city with a knife and wanted everyone in Xuantietang to pay for thirty-seven lives. But when he cut open the chest of Hall Master Wu Kui and saw the secret order of Kyushu, he was shocked to realize that the end of revenge was actually the first drop of Kyushu's killing spree. The forces in the dark have long been eyeing the Blood Knife and the mysterious scriptures, wanting to insert him into the whirlpool like a knife. The rain always fell when he wielded the knife, softening the grave soil, but not the cocoon of the knife in his palm. What he wants is never happiness, but to let all the nine states know that the woodshed that was not burned to death back then is now a ghost seeking life. Until one morning, when he looked at the puddle and saw the witch marks at the end of his eyes, he heard the curse in the knife and chuckled, "You are no longer a human being." He suddenly became confused. Is he killing his enemy along the way, or the child who didn't even dare to cry?
When a heavy rain collapsed the threshold of Chen's house, Chen Yan was buried in a pile of firewood and dug his fingernails into the mud. He listened to his father's bones shattering under the iron bars of Xuantie Hall, looked at his mother's blood-stained clothes, and finally the roof beams crackled and burned, turning half of the night sky into blood. During those three days, he huddled up in the mezzanine of the woodshed, not even daring to cry, but just counting in his heart: One to thirty-seven was the fate of the Chen family, and it was also a debt engraved in his bones. Three years later, he dug up the soil of his mother's grave and dug out the demon knife "Blood He" covered with dark red witch patterns. The knife will burn when stained with blood, and the witch marks will drill into the bones: it can cut the throat of the enemy, and it can also eat away at his sanity in the middle of the night, forcing him to brandish the knife in the empty alley and shout his old name. Qingxiang's first stabbing, the fleshy man's blood spattered on his face, but he didn't blink. The moment the witch pattern sucked away the blood beads, he understood - this knife gave him not a way to survive, but a gamble to exchange half his life for revenge. He rushed to the west of the city with a knife and wanted everyone in Xuantietang to pay for thirty-seven lives. But when he cut open the chest of Hall Master Wu Kui and saw the secret order of Kyushu, he was shocked to realize that the end of revenge was actually the first drop of Kyushu's killing spree. The forces in the dark have long been eyeing the Blood Knife and the mysterious scriptures, wanting to insert him into the whirlpool like a knife. The rain always fell when he wielded the knife, softening the grave soil, but not the cocoon of the knife in his palm. What he wants is never happiness, but to let all the nine states know that the woodshed that was not burned to death back then is now a ghost seeking life. Until one morning, when he looked at the puddle and saw the witch marks at the end of his eyes, he heard the curse in the knife and chuckled, "You are no longer a human being." He suddenly became confused. Is he killing his enemy along the way, or the child who didn't even dare to cry?