Becoming a Ghost Messenger: I Deliver Packages to the Underworld

Somehow, I've become a ghost messenger. Might as well go along with it!

I'm free anyway, so what's the harm in sending offerings from the living to the Underworld or helping ghosts deliver messages in dreams?

I've even made friends with the Underworld's gods and ghosts. I gave the soul-reaping Black and White Impermanence nicknames: Black Swan and White Swan. I treated Ox-Head to horse meat and Horse-Face to beef skewers. Meng Po, one bowl of soup, please!

Honestly, this life isn't so bad. Who knows...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.