There are nine realms of immortality and countless sects.
No one knows that every dead bone remembers everything - from the most secret thoughts to the deepest secrets. Bones don't lie, and bones don't forget.
Shen Wengu is the lowest bone-gathering disciple of the Withered Bone Sect. She is pale and thin. She wears an old black leather glove all year round. She talks to herself in the air when she has nothing to do. Others secretly call her "Crazy Bones".
No one knew that she was born with a **bone body**.
The moment his fingertips touched his bones, the life of the deceased flooded into his mind like a black tide. She can borrow the sword intention of the sword cultivator, the alchemy master's alchemy method, and the array master's formation method - every skeleton of a strong man is a "skill package" that she can use at any time.
The price is simple: the more you read, the blurry your memory becomes. The longer you borrow it, the more your bones will hurt.
So she pretended to be crazy and stupid.
Until 317 members of the Yunlan Sect, the first sect in the Central Region, suddenly died overnight, and their bones were dismantled into strange formations. The moment she pressed her fingers on the first skeleton, she saw a pale hand stretching out from the crack in the sky - a faded red rope wrapped around the fingertips.
That was the unique weaving method of her master who had been missing for ten years.
When thousands of bones stood up behind her, when the sound of thousands of bones echoed throughout the nine realms——
She asked about thousands of bones and used them to communicate with gods.
