Zong Wencheng was born on a rainy night.

Thunder sliced through the long sky, tearing through the pitch-black curtain, and cannonballs, gunfire, and death spread across the cracked land, tearing the fans' peaceful situation to shreds.

He was a ghost, a ghost, and the weakest of the children.

His mother died a meter away from him, and his father did his part to defend his wife and his children.

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