The Cracked Record of the Ming Dynasty's Evil Spirits

Failing the college entrance examination is irrelevant. The desperate situation is to massacre the city in secret. At the end of the Ming Dynasty, cracks in different dimensions appeared frequently. Others rushed to grab spells and huddled in cellars. I, Shen Yan, relied on my innate and sinister radar to squat in the ruins and pick up the treacherous energy crystals that others did not dare to touch. "Recruitment is negotiable. Alliances are negotiable, but the resources will go to me first." I am the owner of a stationery store in Hangzhou. I only have three rules for survival: do not confront evil spirits, do not have deep friendship with the court, put survival first, and give priority to interests. When the imperial court handed over the recruitment documents, I refused directly: "We can cooperate, but I will ask for 70% of the resources. You bear the risks yourself." In troubled times, no one can be trusted, and pragmatism is the only way to save life. It's just that the evil spirits are getting more and more rampant, the cracks in different dimensions are expanding, and the avoidance point I carefully selected is about to be lost.