Wu Sheng: I Have an Equipment Slot

In the third year of the Republic of China, the mountains and rivers collapsed, the people were like mustard, and their lives were like fluttering leaves. The warlords are fighting in a melee, Western iron ships are knocking across the river, the corpses of congressmen are left to eat, and thieves are robbing and plundering rampantly. In an era where guns and ancient weapons compete, and gangsters dance with exotic beasts, under the chaotic tide of war, life and death situations are everywhere. On a torrential rainy night, the alleys of Jinmen are abandoned. Qin Chuan slowly pulled out the curled-edged sword from the chest of the alien beast, which was ten feet tall, had black hair, fangs and split claws. "With full energy, it can solidify the legendary martial arts wonder [mandrill]." He lowered his eyes and looked at the pale black hard armor slowly covering his knuckles. The muscles and bones all over his body crackled like beans, and when the rain came close, he was shaken into pieces by the leaked force. Looking up at the armored gunboats under the searchlights of the concession in the distance, Qin Chuan whispered to himself: "Now, it's my turn to stop eating beef."