Mu Qingyou's 12th Book

Qin Zhiwan died in bed.

Her soul slipped from her body and floated beside the bed.

She looked at the pale corpse lying there and nearly scared herself right out of her wits.

With a whoosh, a powerful force swept Qin Zhiwan to the Underworld's Spirit Registration Center.

The underworld director wore a white suit and a slicked-back hairstyle. He yawned. “Can't a guy get any sleep in the middle of the night? How annoying!”

After checking Qin Zhiwan's file, he launched into a tirade. “What the hell! What kind of joke is this? Her time in the mortal realm isn't up! Send her back!”

His secretary explained, “Spirit Summoner No. 100000086 had a little too much to drink and made a mistake. We'll send her back to the mortal realm right away!”

Qin Zhiwan shouted, “What? You can do that? You owe me compensation for my emotional distress!”

The director glared, his beard bristling. “Fine! You'll get compensation!”

Qin Zhiwan was overjoyed.

What would the director give her? Money? Status? Or a handsome man?

With a wave of his hand, the director sent Qin Zhiwan back to the mortal realm.

Then, still a wandering ghost, she saw...