Sand Sea Disaster

The yellow sand is like the sea, which cannot be buried in ten years of blood and fire; the human heart is like a ghost, and it is difficult to discern a single true word. Deep in the desert, at the bottom of a quicksand pit, two men in black who were dying revealed the prelude to an old "chivalrous" case ten years ago. One person recalled how he "robbed the rich and gave to the poor" and "rescued all the women and children" on the night when the fire was blazing, and he was like a tragic hero; the other person complained with blood and tears, and revealed the truth about the division of spoils and the destruction of families and the burning of relatives. That night, he was the only one to crawl out of hell. On top of the lies lies a new death. The last words of the dying person are like pebbles thrown into the abyss, causing not ripples but a deeper fog. When the senior brother's blood-stained blade was pointed at the seriously injured "Destroyer" again, a baby silver lock rolled down from the pool of blood of the deceased and stained with filth shone with a cold and strange light on the dim inn floor. Who was devoured by the fire ten years ago? What kind of blood feud does the corpse in front of me bear? And can that little silver lock, in the ashes of lies, open the door to hell that has been buried in the sand for ten years?