In Daning, the lives of poor people are not valuable, but their fingerprints are.
A batch of counterfeit medicines entered Jishengtang. The shopkeeper didn't dare to recognize it, and the gang couldn't recognize it, so they chose Chen Yan, a drug store handyman who signed a death contract and had no relatives or power.
As long as he presses his fingerprints and the medicine kills someone, he will pay for it with his life.
Chen Yan didn't press the button.
His ribs were broken and a test drug was force-fed on him, but this also awakened the remains of the skeleton hidden in the old bone examination ruler.
Record the martial arts, complete the remaining skills, consume the martial arts marks, and perform quick deductions.
He mastered the sword skills that others couldn't master in three years in seven days; the aristocratic family had hidden remnants of martial arts, but in his hands he could master them.
Many years later, people asked Chen Yan how he fought all the way to become the Martial Saint of Zhenguo.
He only remembered that night, someone grabbed his hand and asked him to pay for his life for the powerful.
"Since everything in this world must be sealed——"
Chen Yan pressed the knife on the case.
"From now on, life and death will be decided by me."
Not too bad.
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