
I, a Maoshan Ghost Exorcist, Have Been Signing In for Thirty Years
我,茅山驱鬼师,签到三十年
- Status
- Ongoing
- Length
- 1.4M Words
- Subgenre
- Horror Thriller
- Updated
- 5mo ago
- Source
- Faloo
Synopsis
All-time: Reads, Flowers.
1.2kChapters
11.4MReads
11.2kFlowers
9.9Score
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Either Pig's Feet has no background or qualifications and started as a handyman. Why is it that Pig's Feet's father is so awesome that he sacrifices to save everyone, and Pig's Feet is turned into a handyman. How can this kind of sect still exist and not be disbanded? Are the masters and elders also mentally retarded, and they are reluctant to assign pig's feet to the inner sect and outer sect disciples? It's really mind-blowing
Maoshan is from the Shangqing sect. Isn't it embarrassing that you are from both the Taiqing and Lao Tzu?
Go to Maoshan Mountain in the Qing Dynasty to worship Cihang? Tongtian and Yuan are so good
This introduction could be more concise. Stop pretending and work as a handyman for another thirty years.
The main character is like a fool.
I felt like vomiting when I saw the reason for entering Maoshan earlier? I can't make up a better reason**
So that even a single tile in the Old Summer Palace can be collected into the system space and not left for the devils.
After watching the first picture, I'm not in the mood to read any more. If you just turn your back on me and don't become a disciple of Xia Shan Tola
After reading the introduction, I don't want to read it anymore. If you can sign in, you still need to be a disciple of a chicken. It's sick.
The more I read it, the more uncomfortable it became. It was as if the author had not been severely beaten by society, otherwise how could he write such an outrageous plot.