A car accident caused the soul of Chen Zhao, a social worker, to travel to the prehistoric world.
There is no system, no golden finger, the only difference is that he can see the souls of the dead.
Not long after Pangu opened the sky, the Dragon and Phoenix Tribulation was approaching, and murderous intent was everywhere in the world.
The great men of the prehistoric era are busy proving their ways and competing, while the weak souls of the dead are disappearing silently.
Chen Zhao didn't have a treasure and didn't know the martial arts, so he just propped up a broken boat on the shore of the East China Sea.
"Crossing the river? Ten low-grade spiritual stones for one person, and the dead souls are free."
I thought it was just a casual job, until that day——
A Taoist in black stepped on the ferry and looked at him with interest: "My fellow Taoist, this ferry method is quite interesting."
