[On my first day livestreaming, the impeccably dressed Ghost King cornered me inside a haunted house.]
He pinned me against the door, the crisp scent of cedar filling my nose. “You’ve seen my territory. You think you can just run?”
I’m Lin Xiaoxiao, so broke I can hear the wind whistling through my pockets. I’d planned to livestream the haunted house and make enough to cover my living expenses.
Who knew that the moment the midnight bell rang, the shabby attic would transform into a luxurious VIP viewing platform between the worlds of yin and yang?
The rundown backyard outside my window became a five-star attraction that underworld office drones, working nine to nine, had to scrape together 8,888 merit points just to glimpse.
The King of Hell was showering my livestream with virtual gifts, while the White-Clad Impermanence urged me on: “Streamer, swallow a sword!”
When I realized the gifts could be exchanged directly for extra years of life and good luck, I turned to the devastatingly handsome Ghost King and smiled sweetly.
“Dear creditor, how about I pay off my debt with a show, and help you turn this place into the biggest logistics hub between the worlds of yin and yang?”
Later, as the logistics empire flourished, he slapped a new contract down in front of me, his voice low and seductive.
“Stop working so hard. Get promoted to the boss’s wife, and the entire underworld... will be yours.”
