When Wang Dahua opens her eyes, she and her husband have somehow been awarded the grand titles of “Grandpa and Grandma.” But every good-for-nothing son and grandchild in the house is plotting to send them to an early grave!
“Want to kill me? Let’s see if my three supernatural abilities will let you!”
Her left hand holds a space packed with supplies, while her right wields a wood ability that makes all things grow. And that’s not even counting her dark ability, which can devour anything. You ungrateful brats, start trembling!
Yet among all these rotten relatives, there’s one sweet little son. He clutches his parents’ gaunt, sallow faces and cries his eyes out. “Don’t worry, Father and Mother. Your son will protect you!”
Wang Dahua sneers. “This ancient household struggle is more dangerous than a zombie horde! But, well…”
“Honey, don’t you think it’s time to take that Gatling gun in our space out for a little sunshine?”
I like to watch powerful and powerful protagonists.