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

As he was speaking, suddenly a sword light zipped through his forehead, emerging from the back of his head, then curved gracefully, piercing into another servant's temple, exiting from the other side, and then into another's brow!


The short sword weaved rapidly through the corridor, drawing streak after streak of bloodlight, finally coming to a halt when it stabbed into a wooden pillar, the blood on the sword rushing toward the column.


Beneath the sword's edge, blood slowly trickled down the pillar.


In the corridor, corpses slumped one by one, falling to the ground.


Not far away, in the Ksitigarbha Hall, a plump woman holding a whip pointed at the children prepared to go to the underworld and shouted, "No slacking off tonight! Anyone who doesn't pick lotus flowers goes without dinner, no food tomorrow either, and will get whipped! Little Dianxiang has been whipped before!"


Chapter 181: Cutting Down the Mountain, Annihilation of a Clan (Seeking Monthly Ticket)_2