Grandpa’s Starting a Rebellion in the Underworld. Send Money, Good Grandson!

{System + Supernatural + Comedy + Not Scary}

“That day, we took Peach Stop Mountain and stormed straight for the Ghost Gate. Your grandpa held the Nine Nether Yellow Springs Cleaver in his hands and sang on the city wall. The enemy's legs buckled in terror! What a fearsome sight!”

Inside Lanhai Psychiatric Hospital, a burly, heavyset man gripped a young man's hand and rambled on.

“He's already gathered a hundred thousand ghost soldiers down there. At a single command, they'll be ready to take another city. Unfortunately, the troops have run out of provisions. They haven't had a proper meal in three days...”

The middle-aged fat man rubbed the corner of his eye, as if trying to squeeze out a few tears. But his plump face was scrunched up like a pretzel, and not a tear came.

In the end, he had no choice but to give up.

He looked at Li Yi awkwardly and grinned.

“Dr. Li, actually, your grandpa sent me up here to tell you... Dear grandson, send money!”