Chinese horror? Scary? Eat my RPG first and then talk. Times have changed, adults. The blood moon hovers in the sky, and hundreds of ghosts walk at night in Fengmen Village. The paper-tied bride smiles strangely, and a century-old zombie emerges from the coffin. The seriously injured Maoshan Heavenly Master tremblingly handed over a broken peach wood sword: "Disciple, Maoshan orthodoxy depends on you..."
You took a deep breath, threw away the broken wooden sword, and took out a six-barreled Vulcan cannon covered with cinnabar runes from your space backpack. Bite! Truth is only active within range of the panel. Current weapon: Mark
When six thousand rounds of enchanted armor-piercing bullets per minute tore the Ghost King into pieces, the entire underworld fell into deathly silence.
"Master, sir, times have changed." You stepped on the zombie king's ashes, replaced the RPG on your shoulder with a 'Samadhi True Fire' high-explosive bomb, and looked into the deepest abyss in folklore. Ancient evil spirits are resurrecting, but are they ready for the dawn of nuclear explosion?
