Blood Moth

[The late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, history and legends of troubled times, rivers and lakes, hard-core realistic martial arts, group portraits] The moment a vertical coffin was placed on the top, Jiang Niuer embarked on the road of revenge to pursue the truth. The world has long since collapsed, and traitors have arisen. Countless reclusive people were forced to step into the rivers and lakes and face ups and downs. There are two extremes of status in the world. The noble ones are connected to the city, while the humble ones are like ants in the mud. Those who uphold justice, those who steal power and fight for power, and those who try to protect themselves, are fighting and tearing each other apart in the torrent of troubled times that change from light to dark, and every step is bloody. He was famous for his ruthlessness, and gangsters and gangsters from all walks of life came one after another. Some people want to take his head, some want to step on him to become famous, and some want to turn him into a chess piece. Martial arts, Ding Feng Bo, are, in the final analysis, nothing more than a killing technique that can be dismantled in all kinds of ways, and the person who can kill with one move is extraordinary. Win or lose, whether strong or weak, is nothing more than a reincarnation. In April silkworms spin silk, in July ghosts demand their lives. Jiang Niuer gradually understood: The most difficult thing to find in the world is never the dust-covered truth; the most precious thing is not identity and life. But in the darkness, there is no place for the human heart and light.