Zhou Jiuan collected protection fees in the old city, and was beaten every day. Huang Mao blocked him in an alley and beat him until he died. The jade sign he had worn all his life was shattered. I woke up with a black mark on my chest.
If you close your eyes, you can see a monument. The black stone is covered with cracks and has nine names engraved on it. The first one is Hua Tuo. An old man's voice came from the monument: How many did you count just now?
The ninth master lives in his body. Wake up one by one and teach them to see through bones, dismantle mechanisms, and defeat ten levels at once. The price is that every time you open your mouth, the cracks in the monument will become deeper. It will crack if you use it too much, and it will break if it cracks too much.
Someone is looking for this monument. Mr. Bai smiled and said: You choose. Choosing or not choosing, the result is the same. Shen Zheng searched for three years and found only one sentence. There were people before you who could last up to three days.
The monument is not his. But he had no intention of handing over what he had saved over nine lifetimes.
