On the evening of June 6, 189, in Xiaoyao Village, Xiaoyao Mountain, Ziyang County, Daxing Province, Northeast China, the rivers and lakes were far away, the setting sun was near, and the sky was boundless... Zhao Fan hummed a cheerful song, and in his hand was carrying a two-jin Big bastard, bouncing towards the house. Suddenly, a raging fire ignited in the direction of Xiaoyaozhuang. The fire burned half of the sky red, and the smoke billowed straight into the sky. There was no one in the village, even the chickens and dogs disappeared. Entering the gate of the ancestral hall, a smell of blood came to his nostrils, and 189 people in the whole village fell into a pool of blood. Since then, he has embarked on a long and tortuous road of revenge.