Killing Immortals with Thunder in Hand

[The flow of mortals is unsystematic, decisive in killing, and truly cruel. When Li Che was seven years old, his mother shattered his spiritual roots with her own hands. The scars like broken jade were embedded in his chest, but he could only remember his mother's murmuring over and over again: "Everything goes well, everything goes well. Peace, peace, peace every year." He is silent, forbearing, and reclusive. Keep the mantra left by my mother and my uncle's dying words, "Living is better than anything else." He thought that maybe he could live a simple life like this. However, luck is not in his favor, and a cult spreads in the village. The villagers are deceived by witchcraft. Seven days, five hundred lives, a blood sacrifice. Li Che finally understood: Some temples can only be cleaned by burning them. Some people should be remembered even after they die. Some revenge must be avenged with one's own hands.