Horror Revival: Are You Seriously Not Even Sparing the Ghosts?

For the past five years, Zhang San had kept a very regular routine.

He didn't smoke, drink, go clubbing, or chat up strange women.

He got up at six every morning, went to bed at ten every night, and exercised regularly.

But today, he had a rare lie-in.

Because he had just gotten out of prison.

Five years in prison. Terror had returned, and the world had changed beyond recognition.

"The world really is terrifying these days."

Walking along a gloomy path, Zhang San sighed. "There are even creatures that aren't protected by law... That's so exciting... I mean, terrifying."

Beside the road, a weasel stood upright. "Tell me, do I look like a human or an immortal?"

This was the special ability the weasel spirit had gained after terror returned: "Bestowal."

Whether you answered human or immortal, you had to use your own vital blood to help it attain the Dao.

For ordinary people, encountering this meant a brush with death at best, and certain death at worst.

Looking at the weasel across from him, a sinister smile spreading over its face, Zhang San smiled too.

"You look like a dick to me!"

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.