The bronze ingot splits the miasma in Lingnan, and the thousand-year-old water veins hide murderous intent.
Irrigation engineer Zhao Yu clutched the bloody survey map. Behind him, the supervisor's butcher's knife was placed on the side of the Yue child's neck.
When the poisonous arrow of Lingxi, the priest's daughter, hit his back, the Li River suddenly poured out an ancient altar engraved with incantations - it turned out that Li Yi had buried gunpowder in the Snake Mother Mountain, only to wait for the blood sacrifice to slay the dragon and blow up the Qinyue Covenant.
There is no golden finger in the system, only hard-core craftsmanship can break the situation: Zhao Yu melted the handle of the Big Dipper and cast it into a water measuring stick, used Baiyue witchcraft to reverse the Jiuqu water-dividing weir, and shook the world with his mortal body.
This project of life and death will eventually allow waves of peace to flow out of the blood-soaked spiritual canal.
