Doomsday Nine Heavenly Market

Xiaobai's hand holding the rhino horn scraper suddenly paused, and the essence of Tiangong Kaiwu on the repair table glowed with a strange green light. There were screams one after another outside the window lattice, mixed with some kind of sticky tearing sound. He looked up at the wall clock - the bronze pendulum actually swung counterclockwise. At 5:23, the condensed raindrops on the glass surface were leaking dark red blood. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.