Jie Sanniang

"I don't do it for anyone. What I do is only for myself. There is no reason, just be happy. If I am willing, I will protect the world or kill the world. It is just a thought." The ghost girl Jie Sanniang sat condescendingly on the city tower, leaning against it, sniffing the soft sword. The blade of the sword was cold and smeared with human blood like flowers. "The ghost girl has been resentful for hundreds of years! She is indeed murderous and unreasonable!... She is so..." She lowered her eyebrows and looked at the indignant "well-known people" in the city, and smiled happily: "It's unreasonable? Are you surprised that people can live without anyone to rely on, or am I surprised that I live carefree? I can't wait to see it for a hundred years, but I want to live for a long time. I can't force myself to do what you want." The sound of the xun sounds away from the soul. She held her clothes and jumped down lightly, staring at the smoke. The soulless people stood frozen in place. A gloomy ghostly atmosphere spread under the blue sky and the white sun, which was cold and closed. Amidst the melodious sound of the xun, countless ghost figures danced lightly, moving through the crowd, seeming to be whispering. When the sun shines down again, there are dead bodies and bones everywhere.