City God

“Hic~”

The drunken female ghost lets out a long burp. “You’re the ghost constable Xie Bian’an?”

“I…” Xie Bian’an, flustered and unsure what to do, adjusts the white hat on his head. The gold-trimmed words stand out clearly: “Wealth at First Sight!”

That day, he had gone to claim a soul, but instead, his own soul was claimed.