Evil God, I Have Become the Anchor of Guixu

[Cthulhu] [Indescribable] [Novel writing style] [No routine] Yu Li traveled to Wangchao Village and became the youngest salt worker in the salt drying field. The fishermen here have gills on their necks, the salt puppets eat people in the middle of the night, and the crazy A Ruan always sheds his skin on full moon nights. It wasn't until he was pushed into the giant bronze door that he realized that the so-called "traveling" had become the living sacrifice chosen by Guixu—— His spine is covered with Beidou coral thorns, and his palms are oozing with blue blood beads. The Zhenhai Master's bloodline allows him to control the tides and cut off life and death, but it also becomes the key to the evil god's awakening. In order to relieve the curse on his body, Yu Li embarked on the dangerous path of Bibotan. The forest of coral corpses in the sea burial ground, the bronze coffins that trapped the sea masters of all generations, the silvery white tadpoles that can swallow up memories... Every time he killed an evil god, the spine grew an inch longer, until he discovered the darkest truth—— He is the "anchor" who will bring disaster to the world, and Ah Ruan exchanged nine layers of human skin for his life just to let him...