I am a witch, notorious for many years.
Those people in the world who want to get rid of me quickly, I don't know how many waves have died. But I'm still alive and well, and I'm proud of myself, but just when I thought I was about to embark on another peak of the devil's life, I...
died.
He was killed by the clowns who guarded the door in his own martial art. . .
I really can't figure it out, my obsession is too heavy, I can't enter the reincarnation, just in this world, in the countryside, in the countryside, on the grassy grave, swaying back and forth. Become a typical lonely ghost, day and night, draw circles on the grave every day, chanting three regrets.
Yi regrets not being ruthless in his life, and being too kind to the so-called famous and decent.
Erhui was too confident and arrogant in his life, not careful enough, and ended up killing himself.
A hundred years ago, I should never, never should, should not have brought the clown who got in the way into the door, and finally was killed by him...