Don't Make Any Noise, the Last Fairy Is Killing the Gods!

Jasmine picked up a strange umbrella on a rainy night This umbrella is too heavy, as heavy as if it had just been fished out of the river. The dark brown lines on the umbrella surface glowed slightly under the light, like dried blood. From that day on, Jasmine's life began to become strange. She first heard a strange knock on the door. Through the peephole, she could only see a cloudy eyeball, staring at the unknown inside the door. I went to Qingquan Temple to pray for peace. Master Hongming looked like a floating corpse that had been soaked for a long time and was as sticky as mud. "Why did the Pure Yang Sword choose you!" He kept shouting at Jasmine! The weather also started to go wrong, and suddenly there was hail on a sunny day without any warning! The scariest thing is the nursery rhyme. "Weave flower baskets, weave flower baskets..." A voice came from nowhere, and this sentence rang in Jasmine's ears over and over again... Jasmine finally couldn't bear it anymore and pulled out a long sword glowing with green light from the umbrella. The word "Pure Yang" was engraved on the hilt. The moment she held the sword, countless scenes flashed before Jasmine's eyes: On a rainy night fifty years ago, workers at the umbrella factory were buried alive under the rubble, and their resentment lingered... This is not becoming an immortal! This is a sacrifice! Chunyang Luzu, why did you choose me? Until her grandmother left her an instruction: "Stop them! Stop those fake fairies!" The Eight Immortals crossed the sea and each showed their magical powers, but are they still immortals now? Looking at the gray sky outside the window, Jasmine tightened her grip on the Pure Yang Sword in her hand. Since there is no room for ordinary people in this world, she will use this sword to carve out a way out for herself and fight against this damn fate to the end!