Urban legends come back to life. Midnight falls.
An abandoned school resumes classes. An empty subway train never reaches its final stop. Hospital records eat people. A clown knocks on doors in the amusement park in the dead of night. Everyone is desperately trying to escape the ghost stories, but Lu Buping charges into the instances carrying a hot pot divided into two flavors.
Other people awaken lightning or fire powers. He awakens a hot pot domain.
Other people run for their lives when they see an evil spirit. When he spots a woman in red, he hands her a menu: “Miss, tripe only needs a few dips. Even your resentment can be brought to a boil.”
His struggling hot pot restaurant unexpectedly binds to the “Multiverse Hot Pot Franchise System.” From then on, Lu Buping takes an utterly ridiculous path to survival: hiring evil spirits as dining room managers, faceless nurses as receptionists, and paper figures to wipe the tables, while giving the servants of the Old Gods membership cards.
A rules-based haunting? Sit down and have a bite first.
A horror instance? You can open a franchise.
A hungry Old God? Sorry, no skipping the bill.
When darkness swallows the city and fear sweeps across the heavens, Lu Buping finally realizes that what’s simmering in his pot has never been just ingredients. It’s the last bit of warmth left in the human world.
He says, “No matter how cold this world gets, someone has to keep the pot boiling.”
One pot bubbling, all ghosts take their seats.
The warmth of everyday life puts everyone in their place.
