“After working myself to death for three clients in a row, I dropped dead.”
Su Wan read the Underworld’s job posting and promptly gave up on reincarnation. “At least being a bailiff is a steady job!”
Who knew that on her very first day, she’d be yelled at by a fearsome Zhong Kui and nearly have her soul torn apart by a ghost from the Republican era?
At every critical moment, an unknown protective talisman came to her rescue.
Then she met a cool, aloof man in a white shirt. He offered her a piece of fruit candy, his fingertips cold as jade. “The human world isn’t safe.”
Only later did she learn:
1. The man was the reincarnated King of the Underworld, who had spent a thousand years secretly in love with her, waiting for her to fall for him.
2. Every strange ghost she complained about, from AI vengeful spirits to esports revenants and shadow-puppet ghosts, had their messes quietly cleaned up by him.
3. Every so-called “accident” was part of his long-planned love story.
“Shen Yan, do you like me?”
The tips of his ears flushed red. He tossed her a book titled A Guide to Dating in the Underworld. “It’s for work. We should practice in advance.”
You fool. I’ve waited ten lifetimes for you, not so we could practice.
