On the day of ancestor worship on the Ghost Festival, I mistakenly wrote the recipient as "Ancestor Netherworld". Unexpectedly, the money was really signed for, and the ancestor came to the door that night: "No one has burned paper for me in 30 million years, and the little girl is very filial." I thought I was going to be killed, but he handed me a "Handbook of Underworld Civil Servants": "From now on, you are my direct disciple and the talker in the world." Until I turned to the first page of the manual - "Catch one hundred thousand evil ghosts during the internship period, otherwise you will become my underworld soldier."
