[Cultivation? What cultivation? The System? If I had a System, I’d have taken off ages ago! All I’ve got are a string of bizarre experiences and a bunch of old geezers, each crazier than the last.]
[Urban Shamanism + Chinese Horror]
I’m Duan Yang, once the most reckless thug on the streets.
Then one night, I caught a charlatan and my sister-in-law doing something utterly disgraceful…
To protect my big brother’s dignity, I chose to become a shaman…
A female ghost whispered seductively in my ear, “Help me kill someone, and his billions will all be yours.”
I laughed. “Do I look like an idiot? You think I believe a ghost?”
She turned on me at once, and a century of resentment erupted into a slaughterhouse.
When the smoke cleared, my guardian spirit appeared…
He grabbed the female ghost by the throat, then smacked her with a string of crisp, thunderous slaps.
“You want to touch him? Did you ask me first?”
I was stunned. “My guardian spirit is… this much of a gangster??”
He adjusted his sunglasses. “What else? You think I’m some pushover?”
Other people summon gods. I summoned myself a big shot of a dad.
I'm the only one playing stand-alone 😢😢