I Went to the Wrong Grave on Tomb-Sweeping Day, and My Ancestor Burst Out of the Coffin to Send His Location

On the night of Qingming Festival,

Ye Chuan receives a bizarre text message.

"You little brat, are you asleep? I can't sleep, anyway! You went to the wrong grave, you know that? Want me to send you a pin?"

"What a sin, what a disaster! You little bastard don't even know where your old grandpa is buried?"

Ye Chuan: "Who are you? Keep playing ghost and I'll beat you to death!"

Old Grandpa: "You little punk, think you're all grown up now? Fine, I'll come up there and have a nice long chat with you!"

"No, please..."

Ye Chuan: "Grandpa, there's a jerk I've got a score to settle with. Can you take him down there and toss him into a frying pan until he's crispy on the outside and tender on the inside?"

Old Grandpa: "Kid, broaden your horizons. Don't be narrow-minded. There are some things you just can't handle..."

High-denomination spirit money has caused severe inflation in the underworld, and burning it is bad for the environment. They now only accept mobile transfers.

The overcrowded underworld needs plenty of professionals to provide targeted support: infrastructure, technology, 5G base stations, the three major telecom operators...

I'm not good at writing a synopsis. Read the story instead.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.