Chen Nianzu was tied to the altar table in the Chen family ancestral hall, his wrists were cut open, and his blood dripped into the clay pot left by his ancestors. The whole village knelt and waited for him to die - if he died, the ancestral tablet would be awakened and three years of harvest would be obtained. He's not dead. The moment his bloodline awakened, he saw a line of red letters floating above his head: [Ancestral Debt: Seventy-two Hungry Ghosts, must be paid off within thirty years. ] On the third day of the game, the starving ghost climbed out from under the old locust tree at the entrance of the village and was the first to pounce on the Chen family ancestral hall. Chen Nianzu ran into the granary next door, grabbed a handful of millet and threw it at the ghost's face - the luck plunder was activated. The ghost dispersed, the grain turned into black ashes, and there was a voice in his head: Thank you for saving me. That is the obsession of a hungry ghost before his death. From then on, he understood: to steal other people's luck, you have to bear other people's debts. He stocked up on food, weapons, and territory, but what he lacked most was people who could shoulder his debts. Huaihua was a drowned ghost who was abandoned by the whole village. She climbed into his camp dragging water plants and handed him a piece of moldy steamed bun: "I'll help you kill people, and you help me find the bodies." Zhao Tiesuo, the last militia company commander, held half a box of bullets in his hand: "I believe you, but don't let me kneel down." Chen Zongwang, his uncle, chased for three hundred miles with the ancestral tablets and knelt in front of him: "Nianzu, the ancestral hall cannot fall down." Chen Nianzu wiped the blood on his hands and locked the door of the granary: "Want to follow me? First, explain your debts one by one." Tonight, he wanted to let all the weirdos in this land know that the boy who sacrificed weapons would no longer sacrifice himself.
