I Have Been Crushed by Ghosts in My Sleep for Years, Yet I Am a Judge of the Underworld

Cold fingers traced my spine. The sound of scratching at the pillow kept time with my heartbeat, while water stains on the ceiling coalesced into a woman's silhouette.

Zhang Wan, a convenience store night-shift clerk, was driven to the brink of a breakdown by sleep paralysis. A faceless woman in red and a figure who knocked while hanging upside down tormented him until everyone turned against him.

The mysterious Hu Jue whispered, "You are a judge of the underworld."

From then on, the cash register passed judgment on evil spirits, the mop captured souls, and merit could be exchanged for money!

Ghosts used to pin me down. Now I pin them down!

The judge is here. Whatever I say is the rule!