No Shore to Cross

[Group portrait, not a cool article] On the day when Master picked me up, I was the only living thing in the mountain of corpses, and my mother, who had long since cooled down. When my senior brother protected me, he said with a smile: "Xiao Mumu, no one dares to bully you as long as I am here." In those years, they were the only warmth in this world. Until the cultivator broke through the door of the medical center. They said the master was nosy. They said that the senior brother was ignorant. After that day, there was only coldness in the world. Master walked away and stuffed something into my mouth. That thing kept me alive, but also made me something else - a demon. But I don't know anything. I have never stepped into the door of cultivation, and I don't even understand how the meridians work. The demonic energy was like a beast trapped in a cage, rushing and roaring inside my body, but I couldn't find the door to the cage. Fortunately, he killed the enemy in front of him with his own hands, and the blood was still flowing on his hands. But I stood there, not knowing where to go. If you kill one of them, there will be thousands more of them. It's not a person who makes me feel alone, it's this world that eats people but doesn't spit out their bones. In this world, even being possessed by a demon is not a pleasant experience.