The Black Stone Ciph

Lin Qi tried his best to avoid verbal communication, fearing that the woman who slept beside him every day might notice his abnormality.,Then, as he lay in that cramped room for the first time, intending to write an autobiography chronicling his legendary life, he gradually drifted off to sleep, only to find himself transported elsewhere.,As noon approached and the flow of people on the street began to dwindle, two men in trench coats blocked their path. One of them had his hand tucked into his coat, as if holding something.。