I am a recognized ghost-seeker in the gold-touching world. I touch gold professionally and send ghosts on their way as a side job.
Until I descended into a sinister tomb known as "Ten Tombs and Ten Empties".
I thought it would be another relaxing double-hours night.
The tomb owner suddenly sat up and handed me a letter of appointment stamped with the blood-red seal of the King of Hell:
"Congratulations, you have been admitted to the underworld."
I took a look at the outrageous KPIs and the salary that was thinner than paper money, and I became angry.
He took out the black donkey's hoof with his backhand and said: "Boss, if we can't reach an agreement, I will choose to give you this deal."
He silently pointed behind me.
I turned around and saw the Yin Chai lined up and hundreds of ghosts walking at night, shouting in unison: "Good leader!"
Okay, this time I really messed up the ghost nest and became their immediate boss.
