Ji Wanyu, the descendant of the Heavenly Master for eighteen generations, became a staunch materialist successor.
The main business is to attack hard in the live broadcast room and fight against counterfeiting online with various "masters".
"Ghost pressing on the bed? That's sleep paralysis!"
"Die Xian? That's the conative effect!"
Until a multi-million dollar contract hit her in the face, requiring her to visit a "singing tomb".
In order to collect life-saving money for her family, she gritted her teeth and accepted it.
But who can tell her why her ancestral compass, which she used as a prop, suddenly utters human words?
"I'm telling you, you're such a fool. Your yin energy is almost condensed into rice dumplings. Why are you still rushing forward?"
The mahogany sword she used to show off also began to buzz.
"The noise affects my speed of unsheathing."
Ji Wanyu: "..."
Help, something seems wrong with my worldview!
What's even more wrong is that mysterious employer, who looks like an angry person and is inhumane in his actions, but always appears when she is in the most embarrassing situation.
Yan Shu: "Miss Ji, do you need help?"
Ji Wanyu: "No, I can fight... Okay, give me a hand."
When science ends in metaphysics, when false heavenly masters meet real bosses.
Ji Wanyu had a compass in one hand, a mahogany sword in the other, and a gangster behind him. He suddenly found his way into the ancient tomb of the Evil Tomb and carved a path to the sky!
However, when she finally solved the mystery of the ancient tomb and thought she had received a multi-million bonus, she discovered that this was just the beginning.
Under the ancient tomb, the suppressed ancient evil god opened his eyes.
Ji Wanyu: ... Is it too late to tear up the contract now?
Yan Shu: It's too late, madam, we have been bound.
