Infinite Skills, I Became the Ancestor of Demons by Deduction

Demonic disasters are raging, and the world is like a prison. It is difficult for a tiger to survive under a harsh government. Zhou Lin's soul traveled through troubled times and found himself in a desperate situation. Demon-suppressing camp? That is a millstone of flesh and blood that will never be restored! Under the bloody light, the strangely emerging panel was the only straw: [Burn your talent as salary and build the road to martial arts! [The day your salary is exhausted, you will be a useless person! Is this a glimmer of hope or a trap of deeper despair? When the fangs of death hung from his neck, the anger in Zhou Lin's eyes suddenly condensed: "Then... Burn the remaining soul of this mortal body!" "Panel, give it to me... Burn it!" "My Zhou Lin's knife... I'll chop off your head first!" Talent is the salary, demon blood tempers the blade! From now on, in this troubled world, fight your way out! Other book titles: "You promised to slay the demon, but you turn around and become the master of the demon?"