Chaotic Wuchen Road

In the last years of Dayin, wars were everywhere, and people's lives were like grass. Chen Mo climbed out of the sea of ​​​​blood from the mountain of corpses, with half a piece of frozen wheat cake still stuck in his throat. The half of a brick in his hand was the only way he could survive. In this troubled world where human life is as cheap as mud, dignity is a shroud for the dead. In order to survive, he splashed, rolled through mud, blinded the eyes of his enemies with mud, used corpses as shields - as long as he could hold the knife in his hand tightly, he would use any despicable means. In an accident, he killed someone from Black Wind Hall, used a bloody wooden sign as a sign of surrender, and knocked on the door of Qinglongmen. He understood the essence of the boxing technique that took three years of practice for others to learn after three readings; the threshold of martial arts that others could only touch with all their strength, he stepped over in one step, stepping on mountains of corpses and seas of blood. Some people say that he is a wolf-hearted person who will do whatever it takes to become stronger; some people say that he is cold-blooded and ruthless, and that he never survives under a knife. Chen Mo just held the handle of the knife tightly and looked at the corpse in front of him and the troubled world behind him. "In this world of cannibalism, if you want to survive, you have to be more ruthless than a wolf and harder than a knife." His sword has split through gang barriers and shattered the arrogance of warriors. What it will ultimately split is the shackles of this boundless troubled world. And those hands, from being covered with mud to being stained with blood, have always held the knife, and they have always remembered that living is not to survive, but to see if this rotten sky can be split open with a knife.