Hunting Ghosts for Cash in the Apocalypse

Zhang Qingyang: "Get in." Liu Bin: "Get in? How? Shouldn't we prepare first... Are... are you really okay with this?" Zhang Qingyang: "I'm fine. I'm a Celestial Master." Liu Bin: "Uh, I don't think this is right. I mean, I think we should go through a proper dating process before doing something so, um, intimate." Zhang Qingyang: "? ...! I meant get back into your own urn. Don't you know you'll die if you see the light? What on earth are you thinking!" Liu Bin: "You stinking Daoist!" Zhang Qingyang: "Call me Master, or I'll grant you death." Liu Bin: "I'm already dead." So this is the bizarre, cheeky adventure of an earthbound spirit who transmigrated into the apocalypse, forgot to activate his golden finger, and promptly died, only to meet the world's last Daoist, or rather, Celestial Master, amid a zombie horde. A bottom who seems like a fool VS a top who seems to radiate domineering power~ There's romance, melodrama, and unexpected appearances. You're warmly invited to take the plunge. o(?□?)o, this is soft sci-fi, terrible fantasy, and genuine BL. There's not a shred of logic to be found. Any snark is because the author is being ridiculous, so don't overanalyze it or take it seriously. I'm just hoping to make you laugh. When the plot gets outrageously dramatic, just quietly cover your eyes and repeat three times: "Author, go die! Author, go die! Author, go die!" (Hey...)~ Because I'm prone to flights of fancy, I may update daily sometimes, but I promise I won't abandon the story. One-on-one pairing, a little angst for spice, and a happy ending. I'm really the legendary author-who-can't-write-a-blurb, sobbing rivers of tears as I curl into a ball and roll away~ Yuanrun Ye's profile~ o(>_ Theme: