The Red Dust Battlefield of Purgatory

There is endless competition for wealth and glory, and blood is stained on the hands of power and power. He is not satisfied with peace and stability, but he pursues his life for fame and wealth. No one appreciates the chrysanthemums in August, and I don't like hearing the frogs croaking at night. Green silk and white hair disappear in an instant, who can afford to look back and start over again.