I traverse along the pathway of darkness and imagination… Entering the realm born by human imaginations… Challenging Harry Potter’s magic, commanding the great Pirates of the Caribbean Terminating the Terminator’s strength, tearing apart the Matrix’s Hallucination Virus is my slave Endurance my inheritance Growing and hunting in the boundless universe Breaking through boundaries in a mysterious space Desiring evil, conspiracy and betrayer. Who can redeem what was already lost In a battle of demons who can leave an immortal legacy A declining Trump card, Ultimate evolution! I’m… on a journey! We are one!
Beginning of volume 8
__________________________
Sanzi revealed a licentious smile to Sheyan’s words.
"Brother Yan your memory is truly amazing. Yes, she is only 32 this year, but her husband is a wastrel and a drunkard. The third day of the previous year, I heard he fell into the water; nobody knows whether he drowned because he lost his footing, or because he was drunk. Moreover, they didn’t have a single child. Not that nobody had designs on her, but Old Song was previously a butcher with a greedy and uncouth personality; working the widow was akin to reducing two workers on his payroll. Since then, he refused to yield, and other suitors could only sulk dully and helplessly."