[I, the Last Heir of Taoism, Was Thrown Into a Rule-Based Horror Game from the Start!]
[Other chosen ones tremble as they beg for their lives, while I pull out a Bagua Mirror and light a stick of incense, ]
“Miss in Red, you've got a bug. Want to join my crew?”
“Miss Split-Mouth, you're pretty good at traveling through mirrors. Sign a contract, and I'll guarantee you five-star dorm accommodations.”
“Senior Meng Po, could I borrow that soup ladle to stir-fry something?”
Qi Xia was reborn on the day the supernatural arrived, only to become a cannon-fodder character sent into a world of horror stories.
While everyone else begged for the rules of survival, he silently pulled out his family's heirloom, the Record of Subduing Ghosts.
And then everything went completely off the rails
In the Blood-Red Wedding scenario, he offered a ghost bride in a wedding gown a cigarette. “Don't cry. Work for me, and you'll get full benefits and a haunted house.”
In the Infinite Hospital, he chased the doctor ghost with a Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. “Men, line up on the left to enter the banner. Women, line up on the right to fill out your new-hire forms.”
On a late-night bus, he sighed at the headless driver. “Your license won't do. Here, sign this ‘Hearse Driving Regulations’ document.”
Later, when an apocalypse-level supernatural being tore open the sky and chosen ones across the world waited in despair for death
Behind Qi Xia, the red-clad senior student combed his hair, the zombie girl held an umbrella over him, and the immortal in the mirror cradled a thermos.
He yawned and unfurled the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. A hundred thousand fierce ghosts emerged in formation.
“Hey, I just have one question, ”
“Have you supernatural beings ever heard of Taoist civil service positions?”
