Slaughterer and Boneslayer

My dad asked someone to carry him back with a smile on his face. He went to Li Dahu's house to suppress the evil spirits and stayed there for four days. An old butcher who had been killing pigs to suppress evil spirits for thirty years, and whose evil aura was stronger than anyone else, just sat in the mourning hall, his smile gone. My grandfather died in the same way. He left me a knife. The knife is ground with bones, and the bones cut off by twenty generations of butchers of the Du family are sealed inside. The blade has twenty lines. Cut off a new bone and untie an old bone - once it is untied, you can acquire some of the skills of your ancestors and take over something that he has lost. I went to the cutting board at the age of eleven and killed 937 pigs in eight years. Dad said that if you kill a thousand people, ordinary dirty people will not dare to get close within three feet. I originally wanted to guard the butcher shop and suppress the evil spirits that he had not yet finished suppressing for him. Until I opened my eyes and saw that under the ground of the Li family's house, what was pressed up one by one was not evil - it was a row of ribs piled up for something to eat. That year Dayong was about to die, which was a fertile year for the butchers. Those who hang themselves, those who drown themselves in rivers, those who die violently, all line up to wait for me; the Bone Society, the foreign gods, the backbone under the dragon chair that has been pressed for two thousand years... They successively called me the Evil Suppressor, the Demon Slayer, the Judge, and the Tailao. Only in the end did they understand that the knife in my hand, Du Jiu—— The ones you kill are never pigs. **