As I Became Terminally Ill, I Began to Practice Forbidden Books

In the late stage of brain tumor, Western medicine shakes its head, while Chinese medicine wavers. Chen Wen was desperate and spent his last savings in a Chinese medicine store that was about to close down. He bought an ancient book called "The Art of Immortal Exhalation". The boss burst into laughter: This fool is so easy to deceive. That night, I flipped through the pages and found a line of words—— "If you want to cultivate the path of immortality, you must first offer a blood sacrifice. Three animals are used as guides, and seven souls are used as incense." In desperation, a dying man began to draw the first blood array in the darkness of the city. Sacrifice, sacrifice, and life-for-life. The deeper the practice, the smaller the tumor becomes, but Chen Wen feels that he seems less and less like himself. Until late one night, he translated a line of real warning from the second half of the ancient book: "This is not an immortal technique, but an ancient forbidden technique. Those who have mastered it will replace a certain 'dead god' in the world." And the name of the "dead god" happened to have the same name as him.