Eerie Descent: From the Start, I Kept One Trick Up My Sleeve for the Buddha

[No Clichés, No Harem, No System, Dark Tone. Enter at Your Own Risk]

Through the car window, Fang Zheng stares in terror at the gates of the psychiatric hospital.

A gaunt old monk with rotting tumors sprouting from his head holds a string of prayer beads made of flesh.

A heavily made-up novice wears a loose robe on top and a vivid red skirt below.

Maggots take the place of hair, and scales cover the nun's plump body as she holds a whisk made of intestines.

Three stories tall, the glaring Vajra has been gnawed until its flesh is a bloody mess, yet it keeps stuffing more flesh into its mouth.

This is a gathering place for the bizarre, disguised as a hospital!

“I don't want to go in! I'm not mentally ill!”

“Behave yourself. Get your treatment, and don't make trouble.”

“Lay follower, come quickly. The Buddha has been waiting for you for a long time!”