After transmigrating into a zombie-infested world, Shen Ye inherits a paper effigy shop on the verge of bankruptcy.
From the start, Old Master Ren turns into a zombie.
Just as Uncle Jiu draws his peachwood sword, the paper doll in Shen Ye's arms opens its eyes first.
Paper generals strangle Corpse Kings.
Paper soldiers guard a hundred coffins.
Paper riders trample bandits on horseback.
Paper Thunder Gods summon heavenly lightning.
Paper underworld officers enter the Netherworld.
While everyone else is still drawing talismans, summoning gods, and setting up altars to perform rituals, Shen Ye has already turned his entire paper effigy shop into a barracks.
One paper soldier isn't enough?
Then make twelve.
Twelve aren't enough?
Then make thirty-six, seventy-two, or ninety-six!
When fierce ghosts block the way in the world of the living, paper blades are drawn.
When ghost generals rebel in the underworld, ghost soldiers storm the gates of the Netherworld.
When Western vampires descend, holy paper knights join forces with paper generals of the Thunder Department to surround and destroy them.
By the time the Maoshan Sect realizes what's happening,
Shen Ye is already clad in divine general paper armor, wielding the talisman of command over the yin and yang armies, with a hundred thousand paper soldiers filling the sky and earth behind him.
Shi Jian: “I've spent my whole life mastering thunder arts, and you make a Thunder God out of paper?”
City God: “I only told you to bring twelve ghost soldiers. Why is the Netherworld packed with your paper dolls?”
Uncle Jiu: “You little brat, tone it down.”
Shen Ye: “Master, it's too late.”
“The heavenly soldiers have already answered roll call.”
Shen Ye insists he's just an ordinary paper effigy craftsman.
Making paper dolls.
Making paper horses.
Making Thunder Gods.
Making underworld officers.
And, while he's at it, making a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers to help Uncle Jiu pacify both the world of the living and the world of the dead.
Uncle Jiu looks at the paper soldiers crammed into the charity cemetery, his temple twitching.
“A Ye.”
“Let me ask you something.”
“Where are a hundred thousand heavenly soldiers supposed to live?”
Shen Ye looks toward the Southern Heavenly Gate.
“Don't worry, Master.”
“I can make them a place to live, too.”
Chapter 4 withdrawn
He makes disposable things every now and then, which makes his head look big.
It looks good, the author will update it.
I don't like it, mark it
AI tastes too strong
The cow is still a real cow. It destroys an enemy stronghold and causes people in a place to riot.