By Digging up Other People's Souls, I Can Become the Supreme Immortal.

On the first day of time travel, someone dug out the index finger of my right hand. Being forced to use a knife to break apart other people's bones, my hands shook like Parkinson's disease. Fortunately, it is bound to the [living system] - after transplanting the spiritual bones I remove to others, I will gain ten times the cultivation speed of the other person. So, this man-eating west building became my private mine. The team leader wants to dig up my secrets? Give him a bone and he will work and practice for me. The supervisor wants to use me as consumables? Kill him and I will be the leader. The spiritual blood master sister next door wants to suck me dry? ... Well, you can also lend me this piece of medullary bone. Later, the entire country of lies was trying to steal my spiritual bones, but no one knew it—the crazier they were, the closer I got to the Supreme Being.