Late at night on Chang'an Street, the Thousand-Year-Old Corpse King emerged from the ground. The blood mist engulfed the entire street, and the first-level supernatural alarm was sounded throughout the city. Everyone believed that the end was coming, but Song Heng, who had just finished working overtime, was blocked at the scene. He casually snatched the wooden sword of the old Taoist priest on the roadside and slashed it with his backhand - the corpse king evaporated on the spot, and golden thunder streaks suddenly appeared in the sky, condensing into an upside-down sword of killing immortals.
That night, the demon world in Kyoto collectively knelt down in fear. After that, Song Heng, who only wanted to pass the public examination, was forced to become the king of hell in the world of catching monsters: the school beauty and senior sister knocked on the door every night, kneeling to beg to exorcise the family curse; the billionaire family offered equity and just asked him to tap acupuncture points; even the underworld sent an offer from the Yin and Yang judge overnight. Song Heng rubbed his brows irritably: "I really just want to be an ordinary person working nine to five, but this sky full of gods and Buddhas actually kneel down and call me Heavenly Lord?"
