After ten years in the wasteland, Lu Chen climbed out of the pile of dead people.
He works as a caregiver in the city, earning a monthly salary of three thousand, and is responsible for moving corpses.
His mother-in-law forced him to divorce, the wealthy family asked him to kneel down, and the consortium stopped his mother's life-extending medicine.
Lu Shen did not speak.
He knew there was a rusty iron stove in the sea.
The remaining souls of the wasteland, the ancient resentments, and the luck of the wealthy family are all used as fuel.
Touch the underworld weapon, the iron stove will catch fire, and the flesh and blood will be reshaped.
He doesn't like to reason, he just likes to use that rusty scalpel to cut open the pustules in this world.
Black blood oozed from the tablecloth, and poison lines appeared on the medicine bottles.
Since this world is a mass grave, let's burn it all clean.
