Just after revising the PPT, migrant worker Zhang Ye died suddenly on Monday morning.
When he opened his eyes, he fell into the sixteenth year of the Republic of China and became an orphaned literary talent in Hexia Village.
The village that was bustling with people last night is now dead silent. The entire village was brutally wiped out, and seven dead souls were refined into ghosts. There was always a dragging sound on the eaves at night, and the window paper was often scratched by withered claws. He huddled in the pile of firewood and saw ghosts wandering back and forth in the yard. He was so frightened that he didn't even dare to breathe. He is the only living person in the village.
There is no system, no cheating, he is just an ordinary social animal, not very courageous, a wild cat can jump over the wall and tremble with fear.
Just when he was about to be overwhelmed by fear and almost unable to hold on anymore, the morning light pierced the thick fog, and a man (Uncle Jiu) holding a peach wood sword walked slowly over.
"My name is Wencai, the Wen of culture, the talent of gifted scholars."
In this way, he stayed in Yizhuang and became the apprentice picked up by Uncle Jiu on the way.
In the middle of the night, there were cries from the deserted grave, and the muffled sound of fingernails tapping on the wood was heard from inside the coffin. He learned to save the evil ghosts who had wronged him, and bravely dealt with the zombies that harmed others. The rewards in the hands of the evildoers must not be less.
But there is still a mysterious man in gray robe hidden in the back mountain, and the peeping in the dark never stops. The graves of old friends have long been covered with weeds.
In the troubled times of the Republic of China, ghosts and monsters had grievances, and people's hearts became even more poisonous.
In the past, an ordinary person would only hide behind to save his life. This time, he no longer wanted to escape blindly.
