When he woke up, Qin Xuan discovered that he had somehow become Uncle Jiu's stingy, troublemaking junior brother: Daoist Simu.
The good news: he knew the story and could tell where the ghosts and corpses were, and who would meet a bad end.
Even better, he had bound himself to a one-click disassembly System.
Fox spirits could be dismantled, zombies could be dismantled, magical artifacts could be dismantled. Even the evil spirits everyone else avoided were, in his eyes, nothing more than treasure chests packed with rewards.
While everyone else was on high alert as Old Master Ren burst out of his coffin, Qin Xuan had already started wondering:
What kind of loot could this old coot drop?
My head was buzzing when I saw it.