The Great Zhou Dynasty, the northern border.
The snow fell heavier than the mat. Lu Ming, wearing thin linen clothes, was struggling to dig out a mutilated corpse from the frozen soil.
He is a body collector. In Dazhou, this is the most despicable job.
"Ahem..." Lu Ming coughed violently, and the skin on the back of his hand turned a strange blue-gray color.
This is "blightemia".
In this world where blood is supreme, people are divided into nine levels at birth. First-class holy blood can swallow mountains and rivers, but with "dry blood" like Lu Ming's, not only is it impossible for him to practice, but he can't even hope to live beyond the age of twenty.
