I, Lin Wuwang, died an unjust death!
While waiting in line by the River of Forgetfulness, I got lectured by an old ghost scholar. A gust of ghostly wind made my head spin around three times.
Before I could kick the old geezer into the river, a red-robed immortal lord who was cutting in line grabbed me and hauled me onto a boat.
The ghost official said my allotted lifespan wasn’t over, so I’d have to wait 2,783 years in the City of the Wrongfully Dead before I could reincarnate. What kind of nonsense was that? Had I become immortal or something? Where was I supposed to get that much life left?
Later, I became blind. In her courtyard of red spider lilies, I listened to the wails of my hundred lifetimes of reincarnation. So I wasn’t just Lin Wuwang. I was also the perfect substitute for her?
Wait, this plot doesn’t seem right. I just wanted to quietly serve out my sentence...
