In the sand of the border Cuju field, a pickaxe dug out half a corpse with bloody symbols! Everyone called him a "waste garrison" and blamed him. Lin Mo clenched the bloody shovel handle - he was just a handyman who couldn't draw a bow, why? Until he squatted on the side of the court and bounced against the rag ball all night - heat rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead, and the sound of 'ball feeling +1' exploded in his ears! It turns out that every hour you practice Cuju, you can change your skills! When the second corpse appears under the goal post, when secret messages from the mysterious organization are mixed in Cuju and fly all over the state capital, these hands that are ridiculed as "can't even kick the ball straight" will kick off the murderous game and smash the web of conspiracy!
