Thirty-five years old is an age that should be indomitable.
However, Lin Mo was betrayed by his family, his wife and children were separated, he owed loan sharks, and lived like a wild dog in a cold and damp basement.
Until the "black wood" that had been silent for a hundred years pierced the palm of his hand, and he opened the legendary treasure appreciating eye.
The world changed in his eyes.
LV1 Dust Level: A broken copper coin with peeling paint on the roadside, which contained scattered resentment. He resold it and solved the problem of half a year's food rations.
LV2 heirloom level: The gold bar hidden in the wall of a wealthy family has been entangled in the family spirit for hundreds of years. He can see through the ulterior secrets of the other family at a glance.
LV3 Master Level: The ancient jade of the provincial capital wealthy family is so ingenious that he made a backhand plan and made the tens of billions of rich people change owners overnight.
Tianyan is the fuel gauge, Blackwood is the fuel tank, and Gubao is the high-grade gasoline!
Will there be severe physical pain when opening the third eye? Will hallucinations come back?
Lin Mo smiled coldly.
Compared to having your penniless dignity trampled on, what is this pain?
From the street stall ghost market to the game of great powers, Lin Mo holds the black wood in his hand, using cold accounting logic and absolute information gap to cut off the dragon's veins step by step and aspire to the destiny.
"What you once took from me, I want you to give back double. As for the world, now the surname is Lin."
