Qin Luji

The fallen trees are cold and businessmen are born, and the young people sleep on their pillows. A king with no real power has his own sword hanging on his neck; a down-and-out young man has his life held in the hands of others. Two lonely souls, two dull lives. Inside Xianyang City, people spend a lot of money; outside Xianyang City, people beg for a drop of money. The world of a lunatic, an era of shit. "The tripod has three legs: destiny, national law, and human heart." "Then I will be the fourth leg."