“You little rascal, why haven't you burned the paper money yet? Hurry up!”
“If you don't send it down soon, I won't be able to pay my troops, and Western Heaven will beat us flat!”
After half a month of the same nightmare night after night, Su Ming remained unconcerned.
“Grandpa, I've been burning it for you every day. Why do you need more paper money?”
“At the rate you're spending it, I'm starting to wonder if you're into gambling, drinking, and drugs!”
To stop his grandfather from appearing in his dreams again, Su Ming burned all kinds of things for him.
That night,
“Little Master, that's not how you burn paper money.”
“You have to burn it faster. The Master is fighting a war and waiting to conquer Heaven!”
What?
Grandpa really was leading the underworld in a war against Heaven?
“Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have successfully activated the System!”
Good things came in pairs!
Grandpa needs paper money?
I'll burn it for him!
Grandpa needs weapons?
I'll burn those for him too!
Grandpa will conquer the underworld, and I'll rule the world of the living!
Ghosts: “He's here! He's here again! Run!”
Ghosts: “Compared to him, he's the real ghost!”
