After my grandmother died, I was forced to inherit the family hall of the shamanic tradition.
The presiding spirit in charge of the hall was a snake immortal who had cultivated for a thousand years, with a sharp tongue and a grudge that never faded.
He said I'd wronged him in a past life, so in this life I deserved to work like an ox and horse for him.
By day, I'm an office drone. By night, I catch ghosts to help him hit his KPIs.
Until I lost half my spiritual power saving his sworn enemy.
He pinned me inside the shrine hall, eyes red and voice hoarse:
“Look at him one more time, and I'll wipe out his whole family.”
Only then did I realize that this lord's jealousy had boiled over.
And so had my own, dear heavens.
