[On the 30th day of the terminal illness, I blew up the Dragon King's coffin with my own hands]
The moment the eye of the earth penetrated the mechanism of the ancient tomb, the cancer cells exploded into fireworks in the blood vessels.
My name is Lin Yuan. When the doctor pronounced the death sentence, half a blood-soaked "Shaking the Dragon Sutra" crawled out from the dark room of the antique shop.
Is the life-sustaining dragon marrow hidden in the thousand-year underground palace?
Or a world-destroying curse?
Under the yellow sand of the apocalyptic wasteland, nine hanging corpses were blocked by bronze chains, and Chen Tianyou's mercenaries were pushing human sacrifices into the blood pool.
When the fluoroscopy power burned my last three nerves, the scalpel was pressed against Su Han's neck: "Doctor, how many corpses did you touch when you secretly changed my anti-cancer drugs?"
The book of life and death hung upside down from the top of the tomb, and the fatal dragon marrow was buried under a three-inch human skin lamp. The moment he opened the coffin, the entire ancient tomb began to collapse in reverse.
