The Iron Triangle Rectifies the Ghost Story, and the Younger Brother Kills the God with One Sword

When the king of tomb robbers, the Iron Triangle, stepped into the world of strange rules, the style of painting suddenly became simple and unpretentious. Others narrowly escaped death in the ghost stories and cautiously interpreted the rules; but the three of them seemed to be visiting the vegetable market in their own backyard. · Innocence: Rules? He narrowed his [Delusion-breaking Eyes] and chuckled. "This energy flow and structural weakness are not as complicated as the Feng Shui bureau of Qixing Lu Palace." · Fatty Wang: Weird? He took out the black donkey's hooves, glutinous rice, engineer shovel, and... C4 explosive. "You want to play dirty with me, Fatty? First, ask my babies if they agree!" · Brother (Zhang Qiling): Taboo? He silently pulled out the ancient black gold sword, and the Qilin's blood was like the scorching sun burning the sky. Any indescribable horror has only one ending left in front of him - being cut in two. Abandoned hospital? Blow up its morgue with a backhand! Curse the apartment? Just demolish its load-bearing wall! Bloody campus? Modify its graduation rules on the spot! When the ultimate evil god of the ghost story arrives and spreads despair, Wuxie writes to tamper with the laws of heaven and earth, and Fatty sets up a Vulcan cannon to cleanse the land crazily. But the younger brother just calmly raised the blade and pointed it at the arrogant god. "Your rules have no control over me." "My knife is the only truth." This is a story about three "regular mourners" who use the most professional means of tomb robbing and run rampant and lawless in the most unprofessional world of ghost stories. [Extremely cool writing, high energy throughout, invincible crushing, welcome to the pit!