Yongye: Starting from the Bone Trial

In his previous life, he was a certified public accountant, dealing with reports and bad debts all year round, specializing in uncovering figures hidden by others. After time travel, this craft was renamed Bone Examination. When he opened his eyes, he was lying in the body of a sixteen-year-old orphan. A fracture in the back of the head was the cause of death of the original owner. A bone fragment in my arms is a relic left by my mother. When the blood is stained, the bones under the skin cannot be hidden: who has old injuries, who has practiced to what extent, whose bones have been tampered with, and who's masseter muscles tightened when they lied. Within thirty steps, there are no secrets. There is no sun in this world. The celestial disk hangs above the head, and when you open your eyes, it is gray daylight, and when you close your eyes, it is eternal night. People call the things in the depths of the eternal night bites. No one has seen them, and those who have seen them have never come back. The lineage of Bone Judgers has been surrounded and suppressed for hundreds of years. Seven bone fragments are scattered in seven ruins. Those who gather them can inherit the whole family. Muramasa knew the secret behind his fall from the cliff but refused to tell him. The life and death of his mother, who had been in the mountain for ten years, was unknown. The person who offered a reward for his life named him alive. Others rely on fists to achieve immortality, but he relies on settling accounts. Who pushed him off the cliff, who stood in the snow in the middle of the night to watch him sleep, who was risking the lives of the entire village, he remembered every move. There is no money to keep accounts. When collecting debts, the principal is paid with interest. The handwriting left by my mother only contained a few sentences: There is no need to break the lock. Before she went into the mountain, she stuffed the bone fragments into his arms, and her fingertips were cold. Ten years later, there might still be a living person sitting behind that door