Behind Me Are Thousands of Red Clothes, I Am the Only True God in the World

[A cool revenge story + fighting violence with violence + decisive killing + Chinese horror + no CP + crazy criticism of the protagonist] After dreaming back in the middle of the night, a strange female body was found in the mansion, which was divided and sewn up. The ghost in red was frightened in the hospital. A young girl tore her belly and died suddenly. Hundreds of ghosts were found dancing in the scary haunted house. On the day the house was closed, the dead came back to life... The above stories are purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental. I am Beifeng, and everyone calls me the Living King of Hell. But I am really just an ordinary ferryman, responsible for dealing with the "posthumous matters" of the deceased. Of course, occasionally I also deal with some living people on a part-time basis. Human trafficker? Kill! Rapist? Kill! Cultist? Kill! "What, you call me a murderer? Are you kidding? I am a kind and upright good citizen." "You said I used magic to kill people? Please, please. It's the 21st century now, and everyone is talking about science." "You said all the clues point to me? Then you can just sue me directly. Why are you looking for me?" "If there's nothing else to say, I'll leave first." "After all, I still have a lot of work to do." "Xiaohua, Xiaopang, Erhu, it's time for us to go." "Who am I talking to? Oh, I almost forgot, you can't see them." "It's okay, just some neutrinos." "Don't you all know about neutrinos? They are what you ordinary people call ghosts."