The Lamp Never Goes Out

Chu Huaian will never forget that night. The lights in the ancestral temple were extinguished, leaving no one in the Chu family of one hundred and thirty-seven, old, weak, women and children. When he opened his eyes again, he returned to three months before the genocide. The ancestral "Book of Fate" was unfolded in the palm of the hand, and above the heads of the clan members in the hall, each person hung a little lamp that was about to be extinguished - who would die violently in three days, who would betray the clan in one month, who would be the buried genius, and who would be the traitor hiding in the clan, it was written clearly. Only his own lamp was blank. The second elder said he was fooling around, that his genius cousin was leaving the family and joining the clan, that neighboring counties were busy sharpening their swords, and that ghosts in the clan were delivering letters every night. No one believed that catastrophe was just around the corner. Chu Huaian closed the book, held the lamp, and walked into the ancestral hall. In this life, no one who deserves to die is allowed to die; the clan that deserves to be destroyed—— I let the light shine brightly for eternity.