Weirdness Descends to the Extreme and the Ghost Emperor Praises China

On the seventh day when the bloody mist swallowed the world, Zhangjiacun became the last normal island of mankind. Zhang Yang stared at his rotten right hand - it could tear apart giant beasts in the fog, but he didn't dare touch his mother's freshly steamed buns. When Tokyo fell under the Night Parade of One Hundred Demons, and when New York became a hotbed of flesh and blood, this young man, who had been marked by the system as a high-risk pollution source, was squatting at his stove roasting sweet potatoes with ghost energy. He handed his sister a hemostatic bandage with his left hand, and the scarlet pupil of his right eye reflected the roaring corpse king thousands of miles away in the Colosseum. Chinese contestant Zhang Yang, please choose your binder! This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.