I, a Prison Guard in the Celestial Jail, Wield the Book of Life and Death to Subdue a Hundred Ghosts

I was the lowest-ranking jailer in the Celestial Prison. My superior killed my brother to embezzle his compensation, then tried to frame me for it.

In front of everyone, he shoved fabricated evidence into my arms and sneered, “Shen Ye, you’re a powerless nobody. What could you possibly do against me?”

I said nothing. I simply looked behind him.

There stood the soul of my recently deceased brother, grinning with a bloody maw as he told me, one detail at a time, where my superior’s concubine was hiding, how old his illegitimate child was, and beneath which locust tree he had buried the embezzled silver.

Later, after I exposed every one of his misdeeds, he fell to his knees and begged me for mercy.

I opened the black book in my hands and smiled. “You want to fight me? You don’t even qualify to be one of my little underlings. You’ll have to get in line.”