The Legend of the So

In a yellow Taoist robe adorned with the eight trigrams, Guan Heng, brandished his peachwood sword toward his old rival, and laughed boisterously: “I say, General, this is your four hundred and thirty-seventh time being cornered by me, isn't it Just obediently die!” Though only in his early twenties, he was the world’s only exorcist, having been doing this for nearly a decade.,Because in recent years, the world has been plagued by natural and man-made disasters, with severe pollution resulting in blood mutations throughout the population. Zombies who bite living humans suffer from the pain caused by this "GMO blood," becoming weaker and weaker. Those who die are dead, those who are lost are lost, their numbers gradually decreasing until now, only it remains.,After an unknown amount of time, he suddenly felt the temperature around him fluctuating. "Hmm... where is this place" Guan Heng sat up abruptly, startled awake. "Ah, ah-choo—freezing!"。