The Store Never Gives Credit, Not Even the Devil.

I died ten years ago. After my death, I discovered that being a ghost is much more comfortable than being a human being. Now I am the manager of a underworld canteen, earning money in exchange for Yangshou Pills. In the eyes of others, I am a stinky Taoist priest with no ambitions. I do not do business with living people, and I do not accept RMB. "What? You want credit? I'll pay you next time? Okay, we are good brothers." "Hang yourself! Paying back debts is a matter of course. Otherwise, we will go to court and let the Lord of Hell administer justice." "Wait a minute, stop fighting. Let me collect a debt first. Yes, you are a drowned bastard. You don't pay for food! Pay back!" I don't know what those Taoist priests are having a headache with, it's just a few fierce ghosts. I only know that there are many ghosts who owe me money and won't pay back. It's really fun to be the creditor of those evil spirits.