Lin Shisan transmigrated into a supernatural fantasy world eighteen years ago and became Uncle Jiu's senior disciple.
One day, he awakened a firepower-and-infinite-technology System, and fox demons were riddled with bullets.
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Zombie trains let you experience breakneck speed, while zombie helicopters take you on a god-tier roller-coaster ride.
Female ghost: “Big brother, I want to have little ghosts with you.”
Uncle Jiu: “What kind of insane move is this?”
Four-Eyed Taoist: “I've spent my whole life escorting zombies, and this is the first time I've seen someone drive one like a train.”
He strides the road to rebirth through the underworld, nuclear bomb in hand to slay demon souls.
With a flick of his wrist, he fires a cinnabar cannon. The underworld won't protect ghosts from cannon fire.
The first to attain sainthood through technology: who dares lay a hand on Taoist Lin?
This novel is entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate. Do not imitate.
I saw Uncle Jiu here. You have been writing about other things in the early stage, and there are all kinds of time-travelers.