My name is Li Taixuan. When I was a child, I was accepted as a disciple by a wandering Taoist priest. I followed the Taoist priest for several years and learned some skills. Then he became a zombie inexplicably, and he was a zombie that he didn't even know what kind of zombie he was.
He had no choice but to open a wreath shop on a bustling street, selling wreaths while exploring the mystery of himself.
Catching ghosts, robbing tombs, everything is not for money and beauty, but for survival and deciphering. But there is always a black hand behind the scenes, hiding the truth.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
