As time goes by, more and more people die in Ye Lingfeng''s hands. He also has a wife and a son. But the lady of the village was no longer the girl he had been, but a beautiful woman he had plundered from the foot of the mountain.


    Today, he is more and more similar to the old man. There is no difference in his speech, manner or cruel character. Even the people at the foot of the mountain call him the murderer.


    Come out to mix, always want to return. Time flies, with the increase of age, ye Lingfeng''s temper becomes more and more strange, and blood flows into a river, and the strength of his arms is getting smaller and smaller, and the big knife that he picked up when he was eight years old is gradually unable to move.


    Wine is the poison of piercing intestines, and color is the steel knife of scraping bones. For ye Lingfeng, wine and color have experienced too much.


    Now he is no longer what he used to be. Even in his drunken eyes, he could see his former subordinates looking at him, showing his eyes when he was eight years old with a steel knife and wanted to cut at the middle-aged man who was begging.


    There was fear and timidity in the eyes, but more than that, it was a kind of uncontrollable excitement.


    For this vision, ye Lingfeng dismissive, dead birds in the sky, tube him a ball!


    Finally, at his 60th birthday, the fear and timidity in the eyes of his former subordinates finally disappeared. Ye Lingfeng even saw that his hands could not help trembling slightly when he offered a gift to himself, just as he took a knife when he was eight years old.


    The gift was a huge box, heavy, with a peculiar smell of sandalwood, but also a strong smell, which made Ye Lingfeng feel as if he smelled some characters. As soon as he was born, he was doomed to be trampled by the protagonist. Some characters, as soon as they appeared, meant that they would stir up the boundless situation and brush the world A whole new world, even the starry sky.


    Countless characters, countless characters, appear under his hands, and then disappear. Tens of thousands of words, is the beginning and end of a person''s life, is a character''s life. But if he wants to die, even if he has talent, he is doomed to die.


    All living beings are like chess, the world is like chess, the reincarnation of heaven and earth, and the creation of all things are all in his works.


    As if, he is the creator of all living beings, in his hands, holding countless pieces of the rules of the grand world.