Three Hundred Years of Troubled Times, I Killed Gods and Monsters in the Human World

The weeping Buddha. A god with a broken arm. Flying aimlessly. The spiritual official holding his own heart and chewing it. The old Sophora japonica who cut off his own roots wants to dance. A fish-man who peels off his scales and waits for her husband to come home. The puppet doll grabbed a lot of eyeballs and kept stuffing them into its mouth, squatting on the mountain of corpses, looking at the scarlet blood rain in the sky: the world is getting more and more beautiful. —— I thought I had traveled to the world of martial arts, but it turned out to be the world of gods and ghosts. Facing the increasingly crazy world, Zhou Tong can only act crazier and more insane than them. If you are not crazy, how can you survive? I want to rise out of ruin. I want to kill the gods in the human world!