Master of Psychic Weapons

He is a craftsman who repairs machines. His right hand was gone, leaving him with a left hand, a screwdriver, and the ability to listen to wires in one hand - when the copper wire was placed on his fingertips, he could hear what was underneath the wire. That year, heavy snow closed the mountains, and he wandered into Heifeng Village, a bandit's den in the mountains. Outside the stronghold, the royal palace's frontier troops pressed down on the commercial road, overturning one car after another and people entering the mountain; inside the stronghold, there were six city guard crossbows and hundreds of people eating with their mouths open. He took a half-year-old apprentice with him and squatted down in the old forger's shop, repairing the crossbow and getting food. He thought he was repairing a crossbow. Practice and practice—— He heard that there was a bell buried in Shan's belly. There was a knock on New Year's Eve, and since then, the pendulum has never returned to its previous speed, as if something in the mountain woke up. He found out that the spiritual thread in his hand was not ordinary copper. The kind of machine that is held by a silk thread has a name, it's called a spiritual machine. He saw ten small finger holes on the snow outside the window. The thing didn't steal or rob, it just squatted under the window and looked into the house. He also noticed that in the accounting room in the village, the abacus beads kept clicking, and the accounts were always balanced. There are mountains beyond the mountains. The Tiangongfang in Black Wind City, the crossbow masters maintained by the palace, the people who entered the mountain and never went back - outside the snow line, the whole world pricked up its ears, waiting for the bell to finish ringing. What does it come to see? For whom does the bell toll? When the day comes that the mountain turns over, will the hands that repair things be able to repair this world that eats people well? There is no system, no cheats. A craftsman who lost his right hand and a screwdriver started repairing in a small shop - repairing crossbows, repairing people, repairing the world that was about to fall apart, and repaired all the way to that thing. ——·Wild Dog Chapter.