Journey to the West************

In the strange and raging fog of monsters, I stepped into the collapsed world of Journey to the West as Sha Wujing. The skull necklace around the neck spits out blood-cold rules, and the mysterious burden on the shoulders seems to contain the key to life and death. The mutated "Tang Monk" masters and apprentices each have their own agendas - the green-faced and fanged "Bajie" hides a knife in his smile, the three-tailed "Wukong" is weird and terrifying, and even "Tang Monk" has an unknown shadow crawling under his monk's robe. The road to the west has become a dead end, and there is no demon but a demon in its form. The iron law of "there is only one Buddha left in the spiritual mountain" is like a noose. Carrying the initial warning, I struggled to survive among the twisted figure of the fake Wukong, the greedy temptation of the fake Bajie, and the unpredictable scheming of the fake Tang Monk. Every step I stepped on was as weird as a corpse. , Every breath resounds in the cracks of the rules, but the truth of the scripture hidden in the burden and behind the name of "Buddha" is like an evil ghost, forcing me to risk my life in this man-eating journey to the west to ask - who is the true Buddha? Who can live to reach the last ray of obsession to reach Lingshan?