In the apocalypse, they all called me Shennong. I was somewhat famous. My grandfather left me a mountain and a fish pond as a legacy. I raised blood corpses in the blood corpse field in the back mountain and sold blood Ganoderma lucidum. I used the blood corpses as feed to raise sharks in the fish pond. I make a lot of money so I don't have to worry about food and drink. But in fact, I have another identity that no one knows. Today, I caused a terrible disaster because of this identity...
I don't understand, okay?