I Transmigrated into Wu Dalang, and My Golden Finger Is Survival in the Apocalypse?

On the streets of Yanggu County.

[There are six evil zombie children ahead of you. They are extremely dangerous. Evade them immediately.]

[Warning, warning: A Level 6 Redflame Demon Hound is lurking in the bushes to your right. Host, evade it quickly to avoid disaster!]

Liu Feng, who had transmigrated into Wu Dalang, listened to the System's alerts with a numb expression.

He looked at the six little rascals up ahead, bare-bottomed and laughing as they played, then at the puppy not far away, crouched in the bushes with its rear in the air and its tail wagging frantically.

He hurried home.

[Congratulations, Host, you have escaped danger! Reward: 100 survival points!]

“Dalang, come rub my back for me~”

Listening to the murmurs in his ear and looking at the dazzling array of goods in the System's shop,

Wu Dalang thought it over. This life didn't seem so bad after all.