Blood blossomed like a flower on the top-grade solid wood board, not beautiful, but eerily enchanting.
In a daze, Xiao Ming felt as though he had returned to his previous life.
On the surface, he was a successful businessman, but in secret, he was a member of a mysterious organization.
He had seen too much blood, to the point where he thought he had become numb, but at this moment, a thrill surged in his heart.
He remembered his master's prediction: "When the Star of Destruction enters the House of Life, flanked by the Seven Killings and the Greedy Wolf; eyes open to justice, eyes closed to evil; with the appearance of a Bodhisattva, but the heart of a demon. If one cannot 'destroy' and then 'establish anew,' life will be full of tribulations, and a good end will be difficult to achieve."
Xiao Ming smacked his lips, thinking: Does rebirth count as 'destroying' and then 'establishing anew'?
It seems that he really needed to pay a visit to the old man soon.