The world is overturned by turmoil, and the road to the underworld is cut off; ghosts walk in the world, and their lives are like grass.
Hell has long since become empty and silent, and all evil ghosts have broken through the boundaries of yin and yang and wandered around the world.
They act according to their own weird killing rules - either eroding bones with drops of water, seeking lives through black shadows, or swallowing souls through illusions. There is no common sense to be found, and there is no weakness to attack.
The hot weapons blasted against the ghost's body were nothing more than scrap metal passing through the body; burning incense and praying to the gods were also useless. In this unsolvable fear, human beings can only flee like ants and face the despair brought by the evil ghosts.
My name is Fang Yang, I am not from this era.
An unexpected time travel brought me to this world
Now that I am in this troubled world, I have no intention of living under the protection of others - becoming a supernatural person is not about actively reaching out to grab the power, but "having no choice" when I am forcefully dragged into a desperate situation.
