Bones as Wages

Every bone in his body was burning. Once you burn one, you will learn a lost martial art. But the day the bones are burned, the person is gone. Su Li spent three years sweeping the floor in the martial arts hall until the gray flame deep in his bones awakened. He burned out his first phalange, learned the Bengshan Fist that had been lost for thousands of years, and lost the sight of his left eye forever. Then he discovered that the bones of his father who died ten years ago had the words "I have incomplete bones" engraved on them. It's not about being obsessed. Someone had taken away his father's bones inch by inch. Bone Casting Hall. The answer is there. The cause of his father's death is there. Those lost ancient martial arts are also there. One hundred and eight bones, one hundred and seven unburned. Every punch is a gamble on life, and every time you become stronger, you are self-destructing. But Su Li is not afraid. He held his fist for seventeen years. In the past, I was unwilling to give up. Today I am holding fire.