The Curse Points Me to Ninety-Five Points. You Know My Methods Well.

In the supernatural apocalypse, evil spirits are rampant. Humanity has lost its old land, the era of mankind has become a thing of the past, and the world is a terrible place. On the wasteland, rotten black arms emerged from the ground in the Wujiang Cemetery, and melodious songs came from the deserted city. The shadows under the feet are no longer quiet, and the hand behind the familiar friend hides a bloody sharp knife. The ghost king occupies the land as king, and ghosts and gods occupy the old land. Human beings are fish and meat, ghosts are swordsmen. … The supernatural era has arrived, and all ghosts have arisen. "Being born in this era, I suffer more than anyone else, and it's more difficult. I need a ghost to completely end this human era." "I am the King of Ghosts, and I am responsible for killing everyone in the world!" "The past era is over, and the great age is coming. I will prove to ghosts and gods..." "What did Jiligulu say?" A young man smiled strangely: "I only said one thing." "Be careful with grenades!!" … "I have a dream, to clean up the old mountains and rivers..."