Chapter 1: wedge

wedge
I am a female devil, notorious for many years.
The people in the rivers and lakes who want to divide me quickly are not sure how many waves have died. But I still live well, living in the wind and water, but when I thought that I was about to embark on another peak of the magic, I was...
died.
The clown who was watched by his own sect gave it to...
I really can't figure it out, my mind is too heavy, I can't get into reincarnation, just between the heavens and the earth, the countryside Barry, the grass graves, swaying back and forth. Into a typical solitary ghost, day and night, every day on the grave painted circles, chanting three regrets.
A regret is not enough to be ruthless, and is too kind to the so-called famous decent.
The second regret of life is too confident and proud, not careful enough, and finally the murder.
Before the three hundred years of repentance, it’s really a thousand things, and shouldn’t be, shouldn’t the innocent clown and the blame, and finally get him killed...