Infinite Terror

To keep me alive, my mother knelt before me for eighteen years.

Eighteen years later, she tearfully kicked me out of the house.

It was all because I was born with the fate of a virgin boy.

An expert said there was a way for me to survive: I just had to face death eighty-one times, and then my family could be reunited.

Damn, was I supposed to make a pilgrimage to the West?

A horde of beautiful female ghosts... uh, a horde of vengeful spirits and ferocious ghosts is about to descend.

WORD bro, help me!