Dick Leader.
The Old Gravekeeper, Gu Yin, his face full of wrinkles, held a cane, "And then... the Old Demon Hunter met his death, after all... he was already very old."
"This story isn't nice at all."
"The beginning is exciting, the middle is okay, but the ending is terrible."
"Grandpa Gu Yin must have done it on purpose, hmph!"
A group of children ran off, leaving only a little boy with black curly hair.
"Alexander, why aren't you leaving?"
Gu Yin asked with a chuckle.
"Aili... is my ancestor, right?" Alexander's voice was low, "Grandpa Gu Yin... I know my ancestor was not a Demon Hunter, why did you tell a wrong story?"
"Sometimes, the truthfulness of a story is not important, what matters is if it can move people."
Gu Yin chuckled, "So, Alexander, what do you want to do then?"
