Ten years ago, Jiang Han pointed at the shadow and said, "It wants to eat people." He was diagnosed with severe schizophrenia and was sent to the intensive care unit.
Ten years later, strange things revived, gods descended, the world became a battlefield of high martial arts, and mankind struggled in despair.
Jiang Han was discharged from the hospital and became a night shift morgue watchman because he could not find a job.
At twelve o'clock in the evening, the red moon is in the sky.
A headless giant smashed the wall and tried to return to the world: "I am the ruler of the old days, a mortal, and I offer your flesh and blood..."
"Crack!"
Jiang Han made a big backhand and took out the needle and thread skillfully: "Headless god in bed No. 3, It's not time for you to be resurrected, lie down! If you move around again, I will saw off your other leg too!"
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When the S-class team of the Secret Service rushed to the door of the morgue and prepared to seal the world-destroying monster, they saw the indescribable ancient god kneeling in front of Jiang Han and trembling, begging him to be happy.
Everyone collapsed: "Brother! So what you said back then was all true?!"
