You’re All Taoist Priests, So Why Am I the Only Zombie?

A survival game for everyone, ruthless and decisive, no saintly protagonist, no System.

Overnight, everyone transmigrated to another world.

From the start, each person was given a dilapidated Taoist temple. You had to protect your flame. If it went out, you would be erased.

The temple was shrouded in mist, where countless beasts, zombies, ghosts, and other creatures lurked.

To survive, you had to explore the mist, slay beasts, zombies, and ghosts to gain experience and level up, and learn Taoist arts.

Killing these creatures could also randomly yield supplies. You had to search for necessities, seize newly spawned treasure chests, upgrade your temple, strengthen your flame, and fend off attacks from beasts, zombies, and ghosts.

Everyone could communicate through the public channel and trade supplies on the marketplace.

But Zhang Fan could only stare at his tattered official robe, his ten-centimeter-long fingernails, and his sharp fangs in silence.

Then he looked at the Taoist players chatting in the public channel and cursed inwardly, “Damn it! How come you're all Taoists, while I'm a zombie?!”