From Corpse Collector to Zhenyuan Great Sage

In the twelfth year of the Republic of China, warlords separated themselves and strange things arose. In this era where swords and guns compete with muscles and bones, and weirdness and evil coexist. Lin Jiu, the corpse collector of Yizhuang, Baishui Town, stood in a backyard overgrown with grass and threw the blood-stained paper money in his palm into the night sky. Suddenly, there was a strong wind around him. "The auspicious time has come----" "Heaven and earth are the furnace, and creation is the work." "Lin Jiu, the body collector of the Lin family, today used his body, this method, and this object to lock away his evil spirit and suppress his spirit." At the entrance of the well in the backyard, a burst of scarlet blood surged, and a cold female voice came from the well: "Boy... Don't even think about suppressing me like this..."