Strange recovery, the world is like a prison.
And I am the only "ghost" - eight thousand old ghosts who died in the Tang Dynasty live in my body.
Kill physical monsters? I used their battlefield instincts and cut them one by one.
The killing rules are weird? Gotta "burn the ghost".
Every time I burned one, his soul was gone, and all memories of him were erased from my life forever.
But every time I send away an uncle, I inherit something from him:
After burning Lao Han who always gave me the cake, I became the hardest shield in the world.
After burning the scout who said he would wait for me to go home and drink, I have the eyes to see through everything.
…
When the eight thousand old ghosts were about to burn out, a world-destroying strangeness descended.
I looked at the last few thin shadows behind me and smiled:
"This time, you don't have to push me."
"I'll go by myself."
"Uncles, let's see... Whether this last knife will shine."
