No One Said That This Blind Man Was a Swordsman!

[Folklore horror + spiritual energy recovery + one-handed torture of gods + hilarious mutual hostility + group portraits] [The collision of Chinese horror elements such as paper binding, opera, skinning, and dark marriages with the Cyber Technology Special Bureau. Chen Shou is a blind man who sets up a fortune-telling stall in an old street. His dream is to save enough rent to eat and wait until death. His neighbors are very "ordinary": Uncle Wang next door is a knife sharpener, and his butcher knife is so murderous that he can chop the S-level ghost king like dumpling stuffing; The flower shop owner Xiong Er is a two-meter-three-meter-tall monster who can shatter the glass of the entire street with one cry and can blow up a tank with one punch; Scholar Kong in the bookstore has no power to tie a chicken, but he can press the evil ghost's head and make it recite the full text of "The Whispering Language". At first, everyone was in peace, until Western gods and heretical ghosts came to visit, trampled on Xiong Er's flesh, and overturned Uncle Wang's stall. At that moment, the fireworks in the old street changed. Chen Shou silently picked up the bamboo stick, Uncle Wang sharpened the butcher's knife, and Scholar Kong closed the book. "Everyone, please stay out of the way while doing business in the old street and messing around with 'gods' and so on."