Outsiders

In Lingtian District of Qiongsang City, Lu Chen lived on thirty-seven grains of rice a day. Planting three acres of half-dead wasteland, bowing down and bending over, living in a disciplined manner. When the steward's spiritual power was suppressed, he bent even lower. A black evil rain forced him to use a formation that he shouldn't have. Three rusty nails were driven into the ridge of the field, and three acres of abandoned field turned green overnight. The steward smiled: "Are you lucky?" Lu Chen said he was lucky. But he knew that the old lines on the back of his right hand that appeared and disappeared were not luck. After escaping from Qiongsang and falling deep into the rift valley, he met an old man who had been sitting alone for three hundred years. The old man looked at his hand that was drawing the formation, was silent for a long time, and only said three words: "What's the rush?" Three hundred years ago, someone hid the last half of a dead game in the soul of a living person. Three hundred years later, wanted orders were hung all over the city walls, and thousands of people were trapped in Gushan. Lu Chen stood in front of the wanted poster and drew a line on the ground. This side of the line is him. On the other side of the line are rules that no one has dared to touch for three hundred years. ——Although there are thousands of people, I will go.