I, Shen Yanchuan, put my words here——
The offerings in the temple are all false gods.
An old account book on the left hand, and a vermilion "inspection seal" on the right chest.
Specializes in treating all kinds of pretense.
Fake Mazu? Lift. Fake English song? Dismantle. A water club that eats people in the name of God? Uprooted.
The gods will take a detour when they see me, and the demons and ghosts will bow their heads when they hear me.
Some people laugh at me. How can a mortal be qualified to judge gods?
Hehe, I can't even remember my last name or who I was in my previous life.
I only remember one thing -
This seal recognizes me.
Who is the real God and who is pretending to be a human being can be known as soon as you heat it.
As a "mortal", I have to do it one by one today.
Expose all the lies on your altar table.
