This is the worst of times.
In the Qin Empire, neon lights cover the sky, and prosthetic bodies cultivate immortality.
The rich and powerful replace their titanium alloy kidneys to pray for a long life; the poor pick up scrap parts in the garbage dump just to live one more day.
Su Tu traveled through time and became the "mobile blood bag" of the wealthy young man.
But he found that he could not die.
Not only can he not die, but every time he is resurrected, he can randomly pick out a "part" from the murderer.
"You killed me? Sorry, your supreme bone belongs to me."
"You killed me again? It doesn't matter, I have accepted your double eye permission."
Su Tu died ten thousand times, fighting from the slums to Afang Palace.
When he smashed the Nantianmen with one punch, the gods of the entire empire trembled.
"Zulong? I heard that your elixir is good. Now, it is mine."
