After dying from overwork at a 996 job, I transmigrated into Lam Ching-ying’s zombie universe.
I opened my eyes to a zombie grinning at me, with a whole pack of them chasing after me.
Luckily, Uncle Nine came down from the heavens, taking them out one by one with his copper coin sword.
I dropped to my knees on the spot. “Master! Take me as your disciple!”
I did get a System, but it makes me drive corpses, hunt ghosts, battle the Blood Corpse Cult, and fight the Drought Demon General…
And every so often, it pops up ads!
I draw a talisman backward and blow half my face black. My senior brother steps on my foot out of jealousy, and my martial uncle shows up for a free meal and won’t leave.
But Uncle Nine says, “When vanquishing demons and exorcising evil, what matters most is the heart.”
Only later did I understand: the System gave me tools, but my master gave me a home.
