When Chongqing becomes a regular execution ground, the price of living is to nail yourself to the stand.
"Either chop off your own flesh, or chop off other people's lives!"
When Chen Feng tightened his grip on the bone-scale steering wheel, the rules had begun to eat people——
The scales on the back of his hand grew wildly, Su Ci's bones were covered in ashes, and Zhong Huiyi's eyes were dripping with black oil.
Break the situation? It's just to make yourself a more convenient instrument of torture.
