This Daoist Master Became a Zombie? The Villain Fell to His Knees

Believing in science is something my teachers taught me from a young age.

When other people get drunk, they look for pretty women to sleep with. When my dad gets drunk, he looks for ghosts to sleep with.

In high school, my drunk dad dragged me to sleep by someone else's grave, shouting the whole time that I should tuck him in with a blanket.

The ghost couldn't stand the noise anymore. It crawled out of the grave and slapped me twice.

From then on, I saw the unknown side of the world: vengeful school ghosts, corpse demons in the mountains, bloodsucking zombies...

I thought I'd become a Taoist priest, catching ghosts and punishing evil. But somehow, I ended up turning into a zombie...

The villains are even more terrified of me, because I don't drink blood. I specialize in slapping people across the face.

"Everybody, stop right there!"

"Stick your faces out!"

"Don't make me say it twice!"