The night I was born, hundreds of ghosts surrounded the house like a pilgrim. Grandpa held a knife to protect him outside the delivery room and found the ghost kneeling down to worship him. The midwife was frightened and went crazy on the spot. The ghost worshiped Allah... The evil soldiers cleared the way... But my family pampered me and said it was a good omen. Until I found the teacher's shadow killing people at school.
It took me half my life to catch ghosts before I realized that hundreds of ghosts would kneel down and worship me because I am the living king of hell. The civil servants in the prefectural government angrily accused me of stealing my job. What are you pretending to be when the judge can't even hold his pen?
But when the book of life and death riots and all the ghosts flee. They cried and put the pen into my hand, "Yan Jun, it's your turn to go to work."
