On a stormy night, I came across a headless female corpse. My family heirloom pendant accidentally got stained with blood, bringing her back to life.
She claimed to be the King of Hell, yet she was afraid of ghosts and mooched off me for food and lodging.
Then vengeful spirits came looking for her. Hiding behind me and trembling, she cried, “Husband, protect me!”
I grabbed a brick and smashed the spirits to pieces. Her gaze turned cold. “The aura of a traitor to the underworld...”
That night, countless ghost officials knelt across the streets. Her red robes whipped in the wind as she looked down on all living beings.
“Anyone who touches him will have their soul scattered.”
In a corner, the pendant in my palm grew scorching hot, and a seal from the Celestial Emperor appeared on it...
