I Run a Homestay in the Apocalypse

Tan Qiuyan returned to her hometown to settle down and opened a guesthouse in the middle of nowhere.

As soon as she moved in, a cherubic little boy said he would protect her, and she somehow learned the Spirit Awakening Formula.

From then on, the guesthouse began upgrading itself, and things took an increasingly incredible turn.

Before long, the apocalypse arrived, bringing disease, extreme weather, rampaging animals, zombies, famine...

Nasty relatives come looking for trouble? Refugees turn malicious? Tie them all up with Thornbind!

A drought means no rain, and the soil is barren and lifeless? With a wave of her hand, she summons a spiritual rain. The rice she grows is crystal-clear, the vegetables lush and tender, and plump fish leap from the water. Braised, steamed, or grilled, they all smell delicious!

Too many guests are coming from far and wide, and there aren't enough rooms? Try the Spatial Arts! She can conjure guest rooms out of thin air, and stockpiled supplies won't spoil. It's a must-have.

Rampaging animals are attacking people, and their destructive power is skyrocketing? The five native chickens at home, along with a wild-looking man, take care of sweeping the mutated bugs out of the fields. Before long, they have a flock of hybrid chicks with even stronger genes, and a whole host of little animals drawn by the spiritual energy are clamoring to become spirit familiars!

The little boy: No way, we're already at capacity for spirit familiars!

Looking at her thriving courtyard and listening to the handful of lively characters bickering nearby, Tan Qiuyan wonders, What was my original dream again?

The little boy grins, showing his pearly white teeth. “To run a guesthouse!”