After a night of heavy drinking, Tong Qing regained consciousness to find his own funeral portrait and wake before him. Just as he was getting deeply philosophical about it all, he suddenly felt a force pulling him, followed by a blinding white light. At the same time, Tong Qing seemed to hear these words:
"Oh? This soul's got plenty of spirit! Since we're from the same hometown, and I'm about to transcend and leave anyway, I can't just abandon that thing. Oh, well, I might as well give it to you."
And so, Tong Qing began his probably delightful life: obtaining a golden finger, transmigrating through the universes of an infinite multiverse, and gradually rising to the top...
"Why did this only happen after I died? How is this a delightful life? Are you kidding me? Wait, aren't I a ghost now? What am I supposed to do?"
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
