Xiao Hui traveled to the Republic of China in 1925 and discovered that this was actually the world of "Mr. Zombie"!
The good news: He can travel freely between the Republic of China and modern times.
Bad news: There's only one cubic meter of storage space, which can't even fit a zombie.
Fortunately, there is always a way out——
Can giving porridge to disaster relief earn merit? Save!
Can merit upgrade storage space? Lift!
Can merit turn twenty-year-old ginseng into century-old wild ginseng, and turn broken stones into real gold and silver?
Xiao Hui realized: This is not a merit system, this is capitalism to cultivate immortality!
With his left hand, he wholesaled watch cans from modern times, and with his right hand, he resold antique calligraphy and paintings during the Republic of China.
An ancient painting from the Song Dynasty was sold for tens of millions, and a batch of modern military rations cost half of Renjia Town.
By the time Uncle Jiu wanted to take on a disciple, Xiao Hui had already recruited troops and guns, preparing to take over Dawan Town and become a warlord.
Uncle Jiu: "This boy has excellent bones, but it's a pity that he is too murderous..."
Xiao Hui: "Master, this is not a murderous intention, but a business intention. A vicious ghost that harms people? That is a walking merit box!"
While other Taoist priests were still drawing talismans and chanting mantras, Xiao Hui had already led a group of thousands of people, carried German machine guns, and ate modern cans to build infrastructure in the zombie world.
When ghosts see them, they all pass out cigarettes: "Master Xiao, how much merit do you want to earn today?"
