The Path of the Sword Is Boundless

The corpse collector picked up a "corpse" that was still hot, and from then on, a three-hundred-year-old swordsman lived in the sea of ​​​​consciousness - a young man who folded everything into accounts. Using a broken knife that the pawn shop would only write "two taels" on, he calculated from the mass grave all the way to the crack of the sky, and read out to the sky one by one the accounts that had been taken away for three thousand years.