[Faithful couples + livestreaming + ghost hunting + comedy + past and present lives]
A late-night streamer accidentally connects to the Underworld.
In one fell swoop, he becomes a top streamer whose fame spans both realms.
The Lord of the Underworld follows the internet connection to find him, then mooches off his food and drink.
[Streamer, my haunted house is crawling with ghosts.]
The streamer looks at the Lord of the Underworld, who's eating instant noodles. The latter takes a sip of broth and says, “You sleep too deeply. The female ghost tried to send you a dream, but failed. She wants you to know that the evidence she left to report someone is under your floorboards. Just hand it over to the police.”
[Streamer, I had an erotic dream.]
The streamer looks at the Lord of the Underworld, who's eating cake. The latter gives him a disdainful tip: “You've been bewitched by a lust demon. Keep your private life in order from now on, and stop associating with shady people.”
[Streamer, my grandma scares my dad every night, leaving him mentally unstable and unable to sleep. What should I do?]
The streamer looks at the Lord of the Underworld, who's drinking bubble tea. The latter sighs and says, “Your dad was an unfilial son who favored boys over girls. He refused to get your grandma medical treatment and treated you badly, too. Your grandma holds a grudge.”
Seeing the streamer effortlessly handle his own staid Lord of the Underworld, Bai Wuchang is absolutely shipping the two of them.
Hei Wuchang, clutching a golden pair of shears, lurks behind them and schemes with a wicked grin. “Fate binding us for three lifetimes? Destined to be together? Pah! One more snip and I'll become a Ghost God! I'll never be a pack mule for the Underworld or the living again! Hahahahaha!”
Even when the Underworld livestreams the entire process of the Lord of the Underworld becoming a father, the red thread between the two remains uncut.
In fact, it grows three times thicker.
Hiding in a corner, Hei Wuchang silently sharpens his shears and mutters, “I refuse to believe it. I'll sharpen them a little more and try again...”
