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Death Scripture

Born into a wealthy family, Gu Shenwei was spoiled and carefree. However, at the age of 14, his entire family were brutally murdered, and he was caught by some bandits who sold him into slavery. As a slave boy, he entered Golden Roc Fort by chance and found the man who had slaughtered his family. He endured insults and worked hard to improve his kung fu while working as a slave boy. He learned from and plotted against his enemy under the enemy’s nose. He became increasingly ambitious as he became more and more powerful. He would only be satisfied if he completely destroyed his enemy—by fair means or foul. Gradually his bitter experience turned him into a totally different person. This is a kung fu fiction that is full of mysteries and surprises. This is a story dealing with love, betrayals and distances. This is the journey of an ordinary boy who, against all odds, fought against formidable foes. This is a tale regarding a person who felt abandoned by the world made unremitting efforts to create a new world of his own, in which he was alone.

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The Pact

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With the sword and the scabbard thrown onto the ground, Gu Shenwei was holding on to his saber. His look was cold. It was as though the person lying on the bed was a human-figured target.

Although Xu Yanwei had seen all kinds of clients before, a chill still ran down her spine. Her body curled up like a baby. She begged fearfully, "Please have mercy.".

He walked to the front of the bed. He used his saber to lift the quilt that was covering Xu Yanwei. He could use blood to control Shopkeeper Lyu and bribe Xu Xiaoyi with money. Towards these fickle-minded ladies, he had to use different approaches. Sometimes, he even wanted to kill her.

The only person Gu Shenwei didn't dare to attack was Pot-bellied Buddha. Every time he thought of what that fat ugly man had done to his daughter, he felt extremely disgusted. In his opinion, even though this woman was sometimes filthier than a beggar crawling in the gutter, this filth stirred up his last bit of sympathy for her.