Born in troubled times and died in troubled times!
Someone always dies. It's nothing unusual!
"Which of ten thousand ways to die would you choose?" a cold voice asked.
"N-no... I don't want to die. I... I want someone else to die," the person replied, his voice trembling with fear.
"Oh? And why? I won't take the job without a good reason," the cold voice asked again.
"The reason! He... he brought people to beat my son to death." The old man looked at the other person, tears running down his weather-beaten face.
"That's a good enough reason! Ten taels of silver and I'll take care of it. I only accept cash, and I'll need an item belonging to that person. Go get it ready!" The cold voice sounded brisk and businesslike.
My name is Song Zhong. Just hearing it tells you how imposing it is: it means 'to see someone off on their final journey.'
By a stroke of luck, I acquired three special abilities:
I can collect souls, command ghosts and spirits, and judge life and death.
I don't know whether that's good luck or bad!
Ever since I was little, people in my village have called me "reckless." Other people's kids went out to play with their friends during the day.
I was different. I went to play with ghosts in the mass grave behind the village, late at night.
Whenever my family discovered I was missing in the middle of the night, they would panic and rush to search for me in that eerie place.
This is my first time writing a long novel, so I'd be grateful for your guidance. A bow of thanks to you all!
