Bloody snow suddenly fell on Canglong Ridge in the Qinling Mountains. More than a thousand illegally built villas cover the valley like white tombs. This is no ordinary ecological disaster - what is flowing out from the bulldozers is not engine oil, but human blood; what is buried under the foundation is not steel bars, but the finger bones and hair of living people.
I am Zhang Tianyi, an agent from Bureau 749. Nine years ago, Master used a copper coin to cut open my left hand, giving me the ability to see "another world." Now I was ordered to go into the mountain to investigate, but I found that the seventy-two core villas coincided with the Earthly Evil Nailing Dragon Bureau, and foreign sorcery forces wanted to crucify the Chinese dragon vein with human blood sacrifice.
The old man in the village was choked by his own shadow, the developer Chen Mo had a living snake bone bulged in his spine, and Han Jiuye, who reported me, had his right eye bitten by a poisonous snake, but his left eye reflected my master's dying face.
On February 2, the dragon raises its head. Either break the nails or be buried together.
