They said, "We'll collect the bill when you can exchange two steamed buns for a wife." You thought you were taking advantage, but you didn't know that the credit for this knife was your longevity, your karma, and a debt that your whole family couldn't repay!
My name is Yang Lin. I am a retired first-class combat hero. I was supposed to join the system and provide an iron job, but instead I returned to my hometown in Northeast China and inherited my master's blacksmith shop, becoming the last knife dealer in Dongning.
The stupid son of the Han family married a living corpse that had been dead for a whole month, and seven chickens were killed on time in the chicken farm every night; the yellow man in Banjiegou knelt down wearing a gold mask and begged me for help; under the Sanchakou Fortress, the Earth Master, the Onmyoji, and the Black Dragon Sect were all staring at the memorial monument that my master had guarded all his life...
Master, before you leave, please make it clear how many unpaid debts our Yang family's credit knife shop still owes? How many people are waiting for you to take your life after you die?
No problem.
The knife in my hand can cut waves, peel skin, and kill seven times.
In this realm of Dongning, people owe money, ghosts owe money, and monsters owe money——
I have a stroke
