Holding a rusty bronze key in his hand, Lu Chen stood at the divorce banquet in a stormy storm. The contempt of his ex-wife and the cynicism of the new rich turned into powder the moment he opened his "eyes of truth". It was not a wealthy businessman, but a demon god vessel that exuded the aura of decay and death, with green and black scales crawling under its skin. There are dragon veins hidden in the mud of the antique street, and the imperial mausoleum is hidden under the morgue of the city center hospital. With the dragon's energy in his bones and cause and effect as a thread, Lu Chen held the knife in his left hand and the needle in his right hand, and in this neon-lit urban ruins, he opened a bloody path to the sky.
