[Sword III] The sword should be like this

At that time, it was very dark all over the place, and the sound of knives and axes could be heard in her ears. When people and soil were piled on her body, she tried hard to get up, and then escaped. Those hideous faces flashed by one by one, and she looked more and more The smaller the sky, when I cried, I thought... to live. At the end of the chaotic memory is the color of a raging fire. I sacrificed my soul to the furnace, and got a famous sword named Zishu. Where is my lost name?Why do you have to be punished if you lose it? Can you let all the sorrow end at this moment, and finally start to live? Lingjun