After the Main God's Space Was Shattered

In the dark night, silver snakes danced wildly and the rain poured heavily. A group of people wearing dark gowns and holding red umbrellas. The young man was surrounded by people, and his forehead had dense eyes. The next moment, everyone's movements stopped, their heads spun, and they fell into the rain. He was pale, panting, and running fast. "Buy a bouquet of flowers, handsome man, buy a bouquet of flowers." An old woman, holding a broken umbrella and carrying a flower basket, begged every pedestrian passing by. The young man in a black sweatshirt stopped, took out twenty yuan and handed it to the old man. The old man held up the rose with trembling hands. In an instant, the rose turned into a sharp sword and pierced the young man's chest. … Yang Wang was 17 years old at that time. He was simple-minded, brave and in his prime. He often vowed to become a big shot.