Ink Dye in the Apocalypse: I Use Blood Ink to Change My Destiny

When the black rain of the doomsday soaked the ruins, the dusty ancient inkstone finally spat out its fangs of blood and ink! The heavy rain hit the bluestone floor, mixed with the putrid roars of zombies. Mo Wu Jiu huddled on the beam of the ruined temple, digging his fingernails into his palms - three days ago he was a poor ink maker writing petitions for people on the street, but now the whole city has become a hunting ground for the living dead. "Poof!" The inkstone suddenly trembled, and the black iron ink ingot passed down by Fang's ancestors cracked, and the ink seeping out was glowing with a strange red color. "Tiangong Ink Technique... Awakening?" His Adam's apple rolled, and the secrets of millennia-old ink-making suddenly flooded into his memory - "Mo can condense spirits, Mo can change fate, and Mo can kill the sky!" This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.