Lu Ming tightly gripped a pendant around his neck. Squeezing so hard that his nails dug into his flesh, fresh blood began to seep out.
The pendant was cast from bronze, about the size of a fava bean. Before the accident, Lu Ming's father had someone send it back from the outside, and Lu Ming had kept it with him for the past six years.
Blood from his palm oozed out, flowing onto the bronze pendant.
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