Epilepsy

The times are crazy, the emperor slaughters the people, the princes bully the world, and the sword of the troubled times has been raised for three hundred years. Under the killing, not only the order of the world, but also the peace of thousands of common people. Liu Yi had nothing, so he climbed up from the bloody mud by the Zhang River, holding a curled-edged ring-shou knife in his hand. But what the world lacked was a knife that could cut anything, and Liu Yi happened to have it.