The Days After the End

The story of a swordsman. Su Jiu: What's so special about me, you ask? System time travel and rebirth of Grandpa Goldfinger or something? I asked the author, but he didn't arrange it for me. I want to accuse him of abusing me! Humans, ghosts, demons, and immortals practice all kinds of things, but if they follow their own path, they will be the same as their own kind, and don't think of other ways! Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the twenty-four solar terms are the environment! Thirty-six heavens fell to the earth, and the gods and Buddhas in the sky disappeared without a trace. Driven by Huanyu, Su Jiu used onion, ginger, garlic in her left hand, and oil, salt, soy sauce and vinegar in her right hand. She slowly threw the thief God and the moldy earth into the pot, and slowly stewed it into a soup over low heat, supplemented by people, ghosts, demons, demons, immortals... Dear reader, your stew is here, please taste it!