Lu Ming clutched tightly at a pendant hanging around his neck. Pressing so hard that his fingernails dug into his flesh, fresh blood began to ooze continuously.
Cast in bronze and the size of a broad bean, this pendant had been sent back from afar through a trusted intermediary by Lu Ming's father before the accident. For the past six years, Lu Ming had kept it with him at all times.
The blood from his palm seeped out, flowing over the bronze pendant.
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