Zhai Zhu

My grandfather is very eccentric, performing daily rituals of offering incense to himself, standing in front of his own spirit tablet and eating candles.
Villagers are fearful of my grandfather.
I am fearful of him too.
Later, I discovered that what they were afraid of was not my grandfather, but me.
Even grandfather is afraid of me.
...
My name is Chen Shi.
The Chen of honesty, the Shi of sincerity.

Above the Great Dao

Mushroom Giants as tall as houses roamed the city, attacking people on sight and stuffing them into cages. 


Many were sent to Daxing Zen Temple, and afterward, even more Mushroom Giants came wandering into the city. 


The members of the Red Mountain Hall had gradually dwindled in number. Although many Talisman Masters had learned the Dust Cleaning Talisman, and could avoid infection as long as they were not captured by the Mushroom Giants, venturing out had become extremely difficult—carelessness could lead to being killed by these Mushroom Giants. 


What was even more dangerous were people. 


Mushroom Giants were huge, easily spotted from afar, and could be avoided with carefulness. 


But people could set traps, ambush, bait, encircle, poison, and employ various other means. 


Rumors even circulated within the city that food was so scarce, some had started cannibalizing! 


Chapter 162: The Art of Choosing Death_3