Ming Dynasty: Black Rain Falls from the Sky, and Corpses Appear in Waves

In the twenty-fifth year of Hongwu, I traveled to the Ming Dynasty and worked hard for two years. Build roads, carry out sanitation, find better seeds, control floods, promote commerce and trade, and revitalize the poor and dilapidated counties. I thought that I would be able to catch fish and enjoy happiness if I survived, but my immediate boss became jealous and got sick, so he packed his bag and put him in a prison car and escorted him to the capital to be beheaded. I'm numb: I'm just working hard, how come the officialdom of the Ming Dynasty is more outrageous than modern involution? Just when I was feeling discouraged and ready to accept my fate, a strange black rain poured down from the sky! Passers-by collectively transformed into bloodthirsty zombies along the way, and the official escort who escorted me organized a group to receive lunch boxes, turning them into zombies for extra meals.