Pick up the Bones, This Thing Can Make Ghosts!

Yanli Continent——Qin Changsheng came through time. There is no science, just weirdness everywhere. The deceased climbs out of the coffin, and the walking bones make a creaking sound; the shadow kills the owner, sucks up the flesh and blood and flies away; the well on the roadside, at the moment you lower your head, stretches out a pale hand and pulls you in as a substitute... "Boy, you have to keep an eye on the bone lantern. The lamp is there and the person is there." "Beauty, what should I do if I'm in trouble...?" What to do? Mountains of bones? Just in time to refine the lantern! A ghost walking at night? Just add some fuel! The ghost king is born? Not bad, just missing a wick! "Refined instantly!"