While others cultivate immortality, I nourish my pulse.
Yang Tianqi is a car repairman. His grandfather was an old fortune teller who had been chased by the urban management for twenty years. It wasn't until that night when the twelve shikigami came out of the heavy rain that he knew that the secret that his grandfather had kept for sixty years was the dragon vein under the village in the city that was about to break.
"Tianqi, grandpa's meridians are completely severed. The rest of the way - you can repair it yourself."
The mechanic clutched a torque wrench, squatted under the roots of a pear tree, and said to the branch of the dragon vein deep in the ground: "If the engine cannot be repaired, just tap it with a wrench. Where is the dragon vein?"
The dragon vein returned him a gray light.
