No Call Sutra

There is no way for blessings and misfortunes, but people call it upon themselves. Spears and sabers, slaughter and struggle. History is like a wheel, rumbling towards a future of blood and fire! Butcher? Executioner? I do my own thing, no matter what others say! Whether it is a blessing or a disaster is not determined by heaven and earth. No one calls me, I will come! Life is under the butcher's knife; death is also under the butcher's knife. Spring passes and autumn comes without waiting, and the moonlight in the water never changes. Blood is dripping, corpses are piled up in mountains and seas, only the flag is fluttering, calling me to hand over the butcher's knife! Let's look at Gu Ming and fight his way out of this bloody world!