The Uncle Nine World: I Survived by Holding My Breath

I woke up and had transmigrated. Not to ancient times, not to a cultivation world, but to Uncle Nine’s zombie world.

Two bodies lay outside the window: my parents in this life. A Purple Stiff was lunging at me, and I was just a kid of seven or eight.

At the critical moment, the System activated.

Option one: lie flat and wait to die, then become a Hairy Stiff.

Option two: hold my breath and wait for someone to save me.

Option three: run, though I’d probably be caught.

I chose option two. I held my breath until my lungs were about to burst, and at last the figure with the single eyebrow and peachwood sword arrived: Uncle Nine.

From then on, I followed Uncle Nine and learned Daoist arts, drew talismans, and subdued demons and devils.

Other people transmigrate for a vacation. I’m here to stay alive. But since I’ve survived, I might as well become the strongest.