Strangle

The nine-color divine thunder appears, the son of the prophecy is born, the eight restricted areas are destroyed, and the dark turmoil comes - this is really not a happy story, but a history of blood and tears in which a poor man finally realizes his destiny... The long wind blows, the autumn wind is turbulent, the lonely soul is dead in the new grave in the dusk field; three thousand jackdaws go away with a stern sound, but when I look back, I will not cry for the withered bones...