Practicing ancestral evil skills can't survive until the age of twenty-four. This year I am nineteen, and I have ticked off the list of enemies one by one.
My name is Chen Jiuzhang. The day my father died, he crawled back to the village from the provincial capital, bleeding from all his orifices, and his fingers were worn down to white bones. Before he died, he said two words: "Don't leave the radius of a hundred miles... Don't read the second half of the book..."
I endured it for three years. Until Zhao Banxian sent someone to dig my ancestral grave.
That night I broke the wax seal. The first page of the second half of the volume reads: If you want to practice this method, you must first lose your Yangshou.
Will five years be enough to turn the enemy into a bronze-armored corpse?
From today on, I, Chen Jiuzhang, have only one rule when accepting orders: only kill, not cross.
