C145 Heavenly Fortune Algorithm

On the Diyin Mountain, wails and howls could be heard, and it was filled with a gloomy atmosphere.

That day, in a somewhat dark and damp secret chamber, a youth with a somewhat pale complexion was sitting cross-legged.

In his hand was a dagger.

The dagger was short, but it was exceptionally sharp.

"I'm already trash, even if he doesn't kill me