[Uncle Jiu Fanfiction + National Destiny Livestream + Supernatural Dungeons + Feng Shui Techniques + Taoist Arts Scare Ghosts Witless + Comedy + Ghost Hunting]
Two months after the National Destiny Dungeons descended upon the Dragon Kingdom, the death rate has reached 96.3%. The dungeons are livestreamed worldwide, and the whole population is panicking.
After three failed attempts, the System unexpectedly pulls in three "wrong" players from another world: Uncle Jiu, a Taoist exorcist from the late Qing and early Republican era, and his two apprentices, Qiusheng and Wencai.
While modern players wail and huddle together in fear, Uncle Jiu weighs his peachwood sword. "It's just a ghostly domain with a lot of yin energy."
Qiusheng grips his coin sword and keeps watch. Wencai clutches a bag of glutinous rice, his face saying, "I'm scared, but with Master here, I'm fine."
In the S-rank Shadow Castle, moving oil paintings that eat people, a piano playing at midnight, and blood-red eyes peering through the cracks in doors are, to them, just another case.
Uncle Jiu: "Catching ghosts and driving out evil is simply our duty." Wencai: "Master, I think this ghost is fiercer than the one at Master Wang's house..."
Qiusheng: "Enough talk. We do what Master says!"
The fiery Taoist squad becomes the dungeon's ultimate cheat code. Rule-based kills? Vengeful spirits? Not a problem.
Modern players cower and beg to be carried, while the comments flood with the same question: "Who are these people?"
The Spirit Suppression Bureau searches its archives all night, but finds no records. As it turns out, the occult arts were never lost, just hidden in another Dragon Kingdom.
The unhinged girl Mu An'an relieves stress by mouthing off to ghosts, leaving the whole world stunned: "A Taoist zombie hunter really exists!"
When a supernatural dungeon meets real ghost hunters, which side is the prey, and which the hunter?
After Wei Wuxian Was Reborn, He Was Bound to the Villain-Saving System
Transmigrated as an Eighties Foolish Girl, I Get Rich with My Siblings by Crushing Scumbags
Reborn into a New Marriage, My Officer Husband Dotes on Me Night After Night
I Transmigrated to Another World and Tackle Dungeons by Playing Uncle Nine
The survival of the human race is at stake. What are these people doing?
It's a waste of time, don't read it
Chapter 12 I didn't see it, it feels better...
I don't understand. In the beginning, I saw a strange mirror that didn't share the information with everyone and kept it hidden. I really don't understand [what] [what]
The author is female.