I'm Under the God Tu, Who Specializes in Treating Dissatisfaction

Shen Tu has been guarding the Chinese ghost gate for five thousand years and is tired of it. I went down to earth and pretended to be a social worker. I just wanted to catch fish, save a down payment, set up a stall and do some side business, and enjoy the fireworks in the world. Until he discovered: The new boss is his old partner Yu Lei, who was parasitized by the fierce god Qiongqi; The gourmet food is devouring the national destiny in a live broadcast; The emotional mentor is chaos, creating resentful couples in batches; Successfully imitates the godfather Tao Zhu and turns believers into ferocious soldiers; Gonggong, the director of the professional demolition office, is secretly loosening the world's "pressure valve" and preparing for a second collision. There are still thirty years left on the mortgage, and the world is about to fall. Shen Tu sighed, poured out some salt for the doorstep from a broken thermos cup, and casually sprinkled it into Taotie's "sincerity dish." Looking at the other party's horrified and twisted face, he sincerely suggested: "Reintroduce yourself—" "I am under the title of Shentu, and Xuanyuan has granted me a personal seal to guard the east." "Professional in handling all kinds of dissatisfaction, restlessness, and..." He raised his eyes and scanned all the restless shadows in the dark: "I want to demolish the illegal buildings (fierce gods) in my home (human world)."