--What's it like to work yourself to death as an office drone, only to end up in the Underworld?
--Thanks for asking. I'm in Dayin, and I just got back from the Yellow Springs.
When Lin Mo, director at an advertising agency, dropped dead at the Starwatching Terrace, he was still clutching the laptop he had used to revise a PowerPoint presentation for the 37th time.
When he opened his eyes again, the Great Emperor of Fengdu slapped the "Plan to Establish an Underworld Branch in the Mortal Realm" against his face. "The offerings from the mortal world are plummeting. You living people are utterly unprofessional at managing faith!"
Forced to transmigrate to the demon-ridden, chaotic Dayin Dynasty, he has the Book of Life and Death in his left hand, with comments floating across it: [This batch of vengeful ghosts gets a bad rating for work performance]. In his right hand, his soul-catching rope doubles as a Bluetooth headset that plays a remix of the Diamond Sutra on repeat. When the River God tries to force a young girl into marriage, he has to put the case on trial before the people. When he runs into a painted-skin ghost, he has to charge it with fraud under Article 266 of the Criminal Law. Even ferrying people across the River of Forgetfulness requires scanning a code to book a ride on a ghost boat...
Watch as a modern office drone gets both the mortal and underworld realms in order.
The most demanding clients are the countless people who refuse to bow their heads amid the chaos.
