“When the midnight death knell rings in the Underworld’s livestream, my compass points straight at the King of Hell’s performance review metrics.”
After Black and White Impermanence trick her into joining the Underworld as a temp worker, Tang Youyou drives a peachwood sword through a wicked ghost’s crown with her left hand, while shoving the livestream camera into Ox-Head and Horse-Face’s tear-streaked faces with her right.
The comments go wild with rocket gifts, but the refined, bespectacled man behind the screen pushes the Book of Life and Death in front of me. “Miss Tang, your fate is missing a partner for a ghost marriage.”
When Xu Mo’s tongue brushes my earlobe, the Judge’s brush suddenly flares red. My name in the Book of Life and Death is inexplicably bound up with that of a reborn soul who vanished a century ago.
When the sound of coins from streamers competing for rankings echoes through the Eighteen Levels of Hell, the entire Underworld finally realizes that the naturally ditzy girl who hugs a bag of chips and grins has already turned everyone’s destinies into a scheme for striking back.
