Blood is buried in the windy sand of the Gobi Desert, and corpses are illuminated by the neon lights of Harbor City.
Zhang Jiujin, a man who was supposed to die in the fire at the forest ranger station, carried a machete and half a wolf fang from the northwest Gobi to the coastal dock. He only wanted to take back his sister's life, but instead he overturned the coffin boards of the entire world.
King Zhou of Hell said that he was a mad dog and deserved to die in the Gobi Desert;
Zhao Sihai laughed at him as a dull knife that could not cut through the iron curtain of this world;
Su Mei left a message on his pillow: "Are you a wolf or a dog?"
From the ruins of the forest ranger station to the cargo hold of the smuggling ship, from the secret passage of Dunhuang murals to the gilded hall of the Hong Kong auction house - thirty years of blood debt and the fate of twelve families are all tied to a rusty copper key.
There are only two kinds of people in this world:
One lives on one's knees, the other dies standing.
And he wants this world to change its rules
