In this world, immortal cultivators regard human life as nothing but grass, use the dynasty as a chess piece, and use war to nourish luck in order to ascend to immortality.
The tragic situation of people dying of hunger all over the place caught his attention.
"For funerals, how about opening a charity village? The main business is selling coffins, and the side business is collecting unknown corpses."
The fairies think I am unlucky, and the immortals laugh at me as a loser.
Until the war between immortals and demons breaks out, corpses are scattered thousands of miles away, and the world is sad.
When all the immortals were helpless, I silently opened the gate of Yizhuang.
Behind me, the coffins opened, and countless customers who were buried by my own hands and offered incense slowly opened their eyes.
The demon king who fell yesterday has become my pioneer.
The swordsman who had just died in battle was guarding me with his sword.
And the leading one is none other than the Immortal Supreme who came to smash my sign the day before yesterday, but now his eyes are dull.
I bowed lightly to the millions of corpses of gods and demons behind me:
"Boys, we've got our customers."
"Today, our business is to send these immortals and Buddhas all over the sky to be reborn in bliss!"
