Lao Zhou put a pound of Mingqian Longjing on the counter and smiled like a weasel who had stolen a chicken.
I'm replacing the screen on a smashed iPhone. I have done this job so much that I can even tell which cable is connected to which seat with my eyes closed. But something is different today—my hand, as soon as I took out the yellowed inheritance talisman paper from my pocket, my palms felt hot.
Three days ago I was struck by lightning on the outskirts of town.
It's embarrassing to say this. During the rainy season, I was carrying a toolbox to repair a client's computer. Halfway through, a thunderstorm struck me on the head. At that time, my eyes went dark and my ears buzzed for a full ten minutes. When I got up from the mud, the screen of my phone was shattered, and there was a burnt mark on my palm - an ancient rune as big as a palm, which looked like an old object from some dynasty.
"Brother Shen, your skills are getting more and more weird." Lao Zhou picked up the repaired iPhone and looked at it over and over. "This screen is more compliant than my original one."
I ignored him and turned the motherboard over. There is a row of fine lines on it, carved with a screwdriver. It is impossible to see it without a magnifying glass. This is what suddenly came to my mind after I was struck by lightning that day - the 108th generation successor of the Weapon Refining Sect, and a whole set of magic weapon refining techniques were all crammed into my mind.
I tried using it to repair my cell phone.
