In the fifteenth year of the Republic of China, the Corpse King of Western Sichuan was born, and millions of corpses besieged the city. Shen Huaian nailed the Corpse King to death in the coffin with one man and one sword, and sealed himself inside. Before sealing the coffin, he carved a line of words: "If the coffin is opened in future generations, there will be disaster. When I dig it out, the Taoist priest can still fight."
One hundred years later, the archaeological team pried open the coffin. Shen Huaian sat up, looked at the zombies and ruins all over the world, and was silent for three seconds.
"Drop it. I just took a nap, and you have made the earth look like this?"
He stood up and dusted himself off, then walked out carrying the broken sword. One hundred thousand zombies outside retreated at the same time. The signal towers of the three survivor camps in the distance were interrupted at the same time, and there was only one sentence left on all the screens - "Master Dao is out of the coffin."
From then on, anyone who dares to be arrogant in front of Master Tao will be turned into a box lunch. No love, no nonsense, just one punch to conquer the mountains and rivers.
