Is this a dream? Or reality?
A man sits on the throne, his face exquisitely sculpted, wild and untamed, wickedly seductive, and sexy. He looks lazy and casual, with a hint of naughtiness, and an imposing presence. That physique, that face... A rare, breathtakingly handsome man!
The Ox-Head and Horse-Face spirits beside him all call him Lord King of Hell!!!!! Wait! The King of Hell? He's Lord King of Hell! Have I ended up in the King of Hell's palace?
With a single sentence from Lord King of Hell, “From now on, you'll be a spirit constable,” I get to experience the life of a ghost-catching master?
“You're staring at me so intently. Don't tell me you've fallen for me?” the King of Hell says confidently.
I choke on my own spit. “Cough, cough... King of Hell, you can rest assured. I won't fall for you, because I already like someone.”
“Oh?”
I cover my mouth. I let that slip without thinking.
The best parts are still to come.
