The youngest son of the Xia family is an out-and-out loser. He overpowers his father, his mother, his wife and his children. Wherever he goes, neither humans nor ghosts can avoid him.
Except for one person.
The man gently shook the torn paper fan and looked at Xia Juntong, a pair of fox eyes gleaming: "My extra meal tonight is human meat boiled in warm water. When the meat is fully cooked, I will carry him to the bed and eat it... I'm afraid that when the rooster crows at dawn, he will still be sore and unable to get out of bed."
Xia Juntong's smile was meaningful. When the time comes, I really don't know who can't get up and who is crying for mercy.
The days are still long, and we will see who can't get out of bed as time goes by.
This book is also called:
"Why can't the Taoist Priest and I get out of bed?"
"As time goes by, it becomes clearer, but I sigh: My waist hurts so much"
"Every day I argue endlessly with the Taoist priest about who will attack and who will suffer."
"Sitting alone in a small building, thinking about it every night, if I don't think about it, I will never forget it"