The Rule of Law Is Supreme

Cultivation is at the end and the rules are broken. The old gods whisper in the shadows, and order is remade in flesh and blood. My name is Chen Guan, a useless person who was abandoned by the sect. Today, I work as an apprentice in a weird funeral parlor. The rules here are more important than life: Silent for a while, Mo Dou knelt down and worshiped, not wiping the nameless tablet. And I sleep in a coffin. Until that day, the nameless tablet in the store fell by itself. The "thing" pressing against my coffin whispered into my ear: "Newcomer, you broke the rules... Then, you have to pay for it yourself." From then on, I used my body as a talisman to walk on the edge of madness and rationality. In this world of cannibalism, the only one I can trust is It's not kindness, it's not God, It's something I have set for myself that cannot be violated—— rules.