My Cat Is a Pet of Yama

Lin Ziye, 22 years old, submitted 201 resumes and all were rejected. He was so poor that he had to wash dishes in a restaurant. One night I picked up a black cat, and from then on I could see the "last words bubble" above the ghost's head - what the deceased wanted to say most in his last moments. He had no foundation in metaphysics and could not afford serious magic weapons. He could only wrap wicker sticks with peach wood sticks worth 9.9 Yuan with free shipping, fill children's urine with water guns, and stick yellow paper on electric mosquito swatters as soul-inducing flags. Others set up the formation for three hours, but he finished the work in thirty seconds with a water gun. In the upper world, he is a dishwasher, and in the underworld, he is a "physical salvation master numbered 001." What is saved is not the ghosts, but the words that every soul has not had time to say. Physical transcendence, boundless magical power. The briquettes are in hand, and I have the yin and yang. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.