When you transplant a bone, you gain a strength.
Yingyu lets you ride on the waves.
Qiongqi makes you invulnerable.
Ying Long lets you control the wind and rain.
The candle dragon makes you turn day and night upside down.
But everyone knows – a person can have up to three transplants. Too much will kill you.
Then he showed up.
He has no blood. No detector can detect which kind of alien beast it is compatible with.
But he transplanted a fourth piece.
Then comes the fifth piece.
Block ten.
The umpteenth block.
People call him the "Tomb of Ten Thousand Bones" - a walking tomb that can bury the bones of all strange animals.
He never believed in the title.
He only knows that every transplant is a gamble on life.
Every fusion is discovered by oneself.
No one taught him, no one told him——
What are you. How far can you go. Where is your upper limit?
He paid for these answers with his life.
Until he came to the end and saw the truth of the world.
Only then did he understand——
Every bone he transplanted was sealed by his own hands thirty thousand years ago.
He is not the Tomb of Bones.
He is their master.
Thirty thousand years. It's time to go home.
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