I Have an Agreement with the King of Hell

On the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, I couldn't find anything to eat for several days. I was cold, hungry and shivering as I walked on the street, hoping that some kindhearted person would take pity on me and give me something to eat to save my life. **I couldn't walk for a long time, so I found a ruined temple to rest for a while. As a result, I burped halfway before I even got there. I feel a little bit unwilling to think that I had great success in the first half of my life, but ended up dying like this... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.