I think my name was Lin Qiu. In life, everyone around me, whether family, lovers, or friends, betrayed me, used me, and schemed against me. In the end, I couldn’t take it anymore and killed myself. At first, the King of Hell saw that I was laden with merit but also full of resentment, so he let me stay in the underworld for a while before reincarnating. But he didn’t know that I had no desire to enter the cycle of reincarnation again. I would rather have my soul scattered, because the world of the living was not only unbearably painful, but filthy too.
