On the day I lost my job, I inherited the dilapidated tavern left by my grandfather.
I thought my life had hit rock bottom, but I didn't know that this was actually "more than half a step" to connect Yin and Yang.
The senior lady in red knocks on the door late at night, the ghosts of the ancient battlefield stop to drink, and none of my employees is alive.
I thought I was just raising ghosts to work and make a living, until the underworld system released the ultimate mission:
[Stop the Nether Cult and protect the Chinese Dragon Veins.
When the ancient evil god awakened and the fate of the country was overturned, I stood in front of the tavern, with thousands of ghost emperors behind me.
"Sir, it's closed. If you want to move here, please ask my staff first if they agree."
