The Underworld's Fate Is Mine to Decide

“Good grandson, hurry up and burn me a batch of Gatling guns! The enemy’s too fierce. Your dad and I can barely hold them off!”

“I’m sleepy. We’ll talk tomorrow!”

“Your old man and I are about to get killed!”

“It’s fine. You’re already dead anyway. You’re in the underworld, so it’s no big deal!”

Faced with Zuo Xiaoduo’s increasingly questionable filial piety, Grandpa is speechless. “How about I introduce you to a girlfriend?”

“If you’d said that earlier, I wouldn’t be sleepy!”

That very night, Zuo Xiaoduo hand-crafted a batch of Gatling guns and burned them for his ancestors.

In the underworld, Old Master Zuo holds a Gatling gun and goes, “Rat-tat-tat!”