"Brothers, I'm back again. But this time, I'm not in the live broadcast room, I'm in hell."
Kong Muzhi, an overseas student with a vicious mouth and a hard heart, accidentally traveled to the "America Kingdom" in 2077.
There is no Statue of Liberty here, only the "God Emperor" sitting on the golden toilet;
There is no medical insurance here, only Pfizer's "eternal bill";
There is no Wolf of Wall Street here, only the "Skull Bonus" of Goldman Sachs' Choice.
In this world that has been completely ruined by the four evil gods and capital giants, the lives of ordinary people are like cheap nutritional ointment, which may fall below the "kill line" at any time and become the food of monsters.
The good news is that Kong Muzhi brought an Eastern plug-in that specifically restrains these monsters and monsters - Zhong Kui Taoism.
The bad news is, he's hungry.
"What? Are you the Great Demon of Nurgle? It tastes a bit like stinky tofu, so that's okay."
"Are you the Chosen God of Khorne? You have too many muscles, too many teeth, bad reviews!"
"Are you the CEO of Pfizer Tianzun? I'm sorry, your soul is full of the smell of copper. I'm afraid of indigestion, so I'd better go straight to physical salvation."
From the forensic assistant in the underground autopsy room to the "Gluttonous Judge" who makes the entire star field tremble.
Kong Muzhi's credo is simple:
"Since you treat people as batteries, don't blame me for treating you as a buffet. Rules? I am the rule!"
——This is a revolution about "eating".
——Welcome to the carnival below the killing line.
