Ba, Knife

The joy of the world has never been with killers, and survival is their greatest luxury. A wind bone knife has become an indispensable part of his life. I have heard the cry of the weak and seen the fall of the strong. I am used to seeing the separation of life and death, and I have seen the warmth and coldness of the world with that glance of ice. The joys and sorrows in the world are just a drop in the ocean of life, small and powerless. They will eventually be swept away by the torrent of history into the waves of history. Here, only his eternal strength is the most dazzling beacon in his life, leading him to become a god.