Modern young man Li Heyang inexplicably traveled to a different continent. It's not scary to travel, but what's scary is that he is not a human. He is a pig, a nineteenth pig, a pig with many brothers and sisters who nag around you every day. I accept becoming a pig, at least I am not called Zhu Bajie, and I can cultivate as a man, can fly in the sky with magic, fly in the clouds and mist, but what is this situation? Why do I have to be "married" out when I am still just a little pig? Isn't my husband also a pig, and his name happens to be Zhu Bajie? What kind of life is this? This is the life of a miserable pig.