In my previous life, I used my fixed skills to build a safe house, but my sister pushed me into a pile of zombies. After rebirth, she actually came back with her memories, took away my life-saving skills, and even pretended to test me and wanted to abandon me again. But she didn't know that the repeated and marked skills I bound were the killer weapons. She knew even more clearly that the skills she took away were flawed and the marked skills were hidden traps. Seeing her pretending to drive me away and occupy my home, I hid the coldness in my eyes. The mark on the door handle had been left. It was my turn to recover all my blood debt in this life.
