In the third year after being regarded as a magic stick, trouble finally occurred in the village.
The dead come back to life in the middle of the night, the chickens and dogs are restless, and people are in panic.
The people who usually mocked me were trembling with fear.
I sneered and lit three sticks of incense.
As soon as the entrance to the hall is opened, the immortal family is in place.
The red rope locks the Yin, and the token suppresses evil.
"Anyone who disturbs the human world, whether they are ghosts or demons, will be stopped!"
Since then, I have become the person I dare not mess with in a hundred miles.
[Northeast China + Folklore Supernatural + Lots of Refreshing Points + The Female Protagonist Has No CP]
