[East-West Supernatural Horror] + [Unconventional Male Lead] + [No System] + [No Female Lead] + [Light Horror]
That day, evil spirits descended.
In half a day, Ye Zhangchen lost his family and home.
He was left half-blind and half-lame.
Only at night could he see the world.
The eldritch god’s tentacles were constantly dragging people into hell.
But he...
Made the night his battlefield.
Made his crutch his weapon.
And slaughtered every god beneath the heavens.
The séance, the Hanging Woods, the Dwarf’s Cottage, the magic mirror...
Traditional Chinese horror and Western fairy tales alike transformed in an instant, descending upon the world.
How many servants of the gods who oppose the eldritch lurk behind them?
Ye Zhangchen raised an eyebrow, his black bamboo cane pressed against one monster’s forehead after another.
“Eldritch gods, send one and I’ll kill one.”
“Send a pair, and I’ll kill a pair.”
“This cane of mine is thirsty.”
