Name the Spirits

A bright, dazzling golden light lit up the sky and almost blinded Niu Hansan's eyes.

It was like a treasure that had been covered with dust for a long time was suddenly unearthed. Its brilliance, which had been hidden for countless years, broke free instantly and shone as bright as it possibly could.

Even then, a dragon roar sounding like it was descending from the skies rang beside his ears, making his flesh creep. At the same time, a crushing force fell upon him, breaking the wooden chair beneath him and sending his fat body crashing to the ground, his fat flesh wobbling.

"F*ck..." That was Niu Hansan's first word after his eyes widened in shock.

In front of him, the golden light gradually faded away, and soon, the source of the light was revealed.

"F*ck..." It was still the same word. At this moment, only this word could perfectly express the shock in his heart.