Chaos Sutra

Twenty-eight beauties have a body as soft as a stick, and a sword at their waists to kill ordinary people. Although no one's head was seen, I secretly told you that your bones were withered. On that snowy night ten years ago, the entire Wang family was slaughtered and blood flowed like a river. Young Wang Zhuo escaped by hiding in a dry well. When he crawled out, he couldn't tell whether the blood on his body belonged to others or his own. From that day on, he stopped living for himself. He practiced hard, changed his name, made friends with evil cultivators, and endured it for ten years. I have been sharpening the same knife every day and night for ten years, with two words engraved on the blade, revenge. Finally one day he killed the Shen family. In front of the old patriarch of the Shen family, he trampled under his feet the once unattainable legitimate daughter of the Shen family. Ten years of hatred, three hundred lives in debt, he felt like he was finally going to win. At that moment he smiled. That was the first time in ten years that I laughed. He felt that it was not enough to satisfy his hatred, so he humiliated his favorite daughter in front of the butcher, but he did not expect that all of this was a game, a game specifically targeted at him. Unwilling to do so. Anger. It was his last emotion when he fell into darkness.