Strange things are coming, ghosts are rampant, and the world is gradually becoming a ghost.
Lin Ye, the third generation descendant of the ancestral paper-making shop, unexpectedly awakened to the official system of the underworld in the strange apocalypse.
F-class night watchman? Temporary worker? It doesn't matter, let's recruit a few hundred guys first!
D-class evil spirit? As soon as I took out the token, I knelt down on the spot!
C-level wraith? Speak the truth until you are convinced!
Class B evil cultivator? The Yin soldiers took advantage of the passage, and thousands of troops came to meet them!
It was difficult for others to survive in the apocalypse, but Lin Ye led a group of ghosts to build infrastructure, open factories, and build bases, and their lives were prosperous.
"How can an official do it by himself?" Lin Ye crossed his legs, and behind him was a dense army of Yin soldiers, Yin generals and Zhizhi people.
Until one day, the underworld in the West rebelled, and a strange global crisis broke out.
Lin Ye stood at the top of the city, looking at the incoming demon army, and smiled slightly:
"Just in time, it's time for my official establishment to be upgraded."
