My name is Lin Qi. I am the "Yam Luo" of the Lin family of the "Eastern Ancient Veins" and the most deviant killer of this generation. While my colleagues were still using ancient methods to prepare medicine, paying attention to time and energy, killing people and being invisible, I relied on sniper scopes, daggers and various modern electronic equipment.
Until that day, three families from the south, west, and north unexpectedly sent me three strange "greetings" and three finger bones soaked in formalin. The patterns carved on the bones are strikingly similar to the "blood contract" totem that my Lin family has carried for generations. The DNA test results coldly point to my grandfather, Lin Huaishan, who disappeared eighteen years ago.
The family admonishment echoed in the ears: "When the tattoo appears, that is the day when the 'diagnosis and treatment' begins." The last place where my grandfather disappeared was the "Sacred Heart Mental Sanatorium" that had long been wiped off the map. I know I can't hide.
I roped in "Fat Man", a logistics expert who is good at modern technology, and my family sent "Lao Dao", an old-school expert who speaks slanderous words and uses strange methods. At midnight, we stepped into the ruins of the abandoned sanatorium. The space here violates the drawings, the flow of time is strange, and the medical equipment displays erroneous readings.
All my technological equipment failed one after another. We are not being assassinated, but are being dragged into a living "lesion" made of flesh and blood and contract, and are undergoing a forced "diagnosis and treatment" that spans half a century.
"We are not killing people, we are repaying the debt of family blood and ancient existence."
This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental.
