I’m an Immortal in the City

I Became a God in the City

At the scene of the City God Temple's demolition, the arrogant contractor tore up the demolition contract.

“Little Taoist, keep blocking the way and we'll bury you with it!”

I bit my fingertip and drew a blood talisman on the scraps of the contract.

That night, a furious wind howled through the temple, and an evil spirit sealed away a century ago broke free.

When the contractor knelt outside the Taoist temple, crying for his life, I was amusing a little ghost with a paper figure folded from the demolition contract.

“What are you in such a hurry for?” I flicked the paper figure. “That evil spirit is even more afraid of my blood talisman than you are.”

Later…