My name is Yang Jiang, and I am a master who is being chased for my life. After I died, the new regulations of the underworld came into effect. I begged the judge to let me stay and work as a volunteer in the underworld. If you have enough control, you won't starve to death if you don't have a plan. I have been working as a "temporary worker in the underworld" for ten years, and I have become the most knowledgeable veteran in the underworld.
The accident happened unexpectedly, and "strange things" caused disasters in the underworld. An iron law was also established: when the registered underworld personnel set foot on the human world, their souls will be scattered.
The judge handed me a black wooden plaque with the words "Agent in the Underworld" engraved on it. The wooden plaque was as hot as a soldering iron: "In the whole hell, only you, a non-commissioned person, can go there."
I looked at the dark red lines oozing out from the cards, and suddenly I remembered what it felt like to starve to death - it turns out that compared to dying of poverty, going to the underworld to pick up the "new things" for the Lords of Hell is really more fatal.
