My Girlfriend Forced Me to Jump Into the River, and I Became a Judge of the Living World

My girlfriend's endless demands drove me to jump into the river. Her man pulled me back from the bridge railing.

A phone call in an apartment elevator, a nonexistent 18th floor, a rural bus running in the middle of the night... Bad luck kept bringing me face-to-face with things I should never have seen. The funeral master said the dark mark between my brows was the Yin-Yang Eye of a ghost judge from the underworld. The city is too complicated. I want to go back to the countryside. I envy ordinary people's daily lives. To drive the gloom from my heart, I can only roar into the wilderness: "I really don't want to be a living judge of the dead in the mortal world..."