A Trace of Obsession to Want to Be Emperor

Liu San has suffered too much in his life. I have been hungry, I have been beaten, I have buried my parents, my wife and my children. When he was most desperate, he squatted under the wall of the landlord's house and listened to a lecture. He heard that a slave could become an emperor. He squatted there and thought: I will try again in my next life. Then he died. He really has no next life - this life is this life, and when he dies, he will rot in the ground. But his tone persisted. The unswallowed breath of wanting to be an emperor turned into a thread, thin and tough, floating between the sky and the earth, squirming when it saw anyone. From then on, every few decades, someone was inexplicably off. A beggar suddenly began to think about how to contact the four parties, an actor suddenly included private goods in the play to train dead soldiers, and a Taoist priest suddenly became particularly concerned about rebellion. They didn't know what was wrong with them, but they just had a thorn in their hearts that they couldn't pull out, and they didn't want to pull it out, and they had to climb to the highest position. One step to climb, one step to die. After one person dies, the thread floats out again and gets into the next body. That person originally had his own life, marrying a wife and having children, farming and selling goods, serving as an official and fighting in wars, but after being entangled by this thread, he is no longer himself. He pushed hard toward the chair and died halfway through. Silk comes out again and continues to look for the next person. He didn't know how long he could hold on. He just couldn't stop. Absurd history. No system, no cultivation. Each life is a different person, but they are pushed forward by the same obsession.