At the doorway, where a cold wind was blowing, a young man suddenly appeared wearing a grimacing mask, a black suit like a ghost officer's uniform, and a badge around his neck.
“Ghost Officer of the Underworld.”
He also had a black briefcase tucked under his arm. Printed on it was a towering, ghostly white gate, shrouded in dark energy.
“Ghost Gate.”
Those three words stood out in particular.
Tang Kaiming yawned and glanced inside. “You people are like someone carrying a lantern into an outhouse: looking for shit, or in this case, looking for death. The King of Hell ordered him to die at the third watch, and you kept him alive until the fifth. Buddy, you're in trouble.”
