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

Chen Shi's words had hardly left his mouth when Black Pot, who was sitting in the wooden cart and nibbling on a steamed bun, suddenly shivered with alarm, hurriedly stuffed the bun into its mouth, and stared at Ying Ruming with wariness.


A silent gloom began to swirl around it, ready to back up Chen Shi at any moment.


The wooden cart, oblivious and foolish, continued to stuff its mouth with food, blissfully unaware of the impending danger.


Ying Ruming chuckled, "Bread? Where is there bread? There are only hot, soft steamed buns. Would you like to eat one?"


Chapter 190 Demon and Demon Immortal