Working myself to death from overtime would have been bad enough, but I woke up in the morgue?
Even crazier, Black Impermanence from the Underworld popped up and claimed to be family: “Grandson, I’m your ancestor from eighteen generations back!”
So I wouldn’t lose my year-end bonus, my ancestor landed me a rock-solid job as an Underworld agent:
Catch evil spirits = earn Underworld merit = extend my lifespan. I can even slack off and still have the bigwigs of the Underworld backing me!
I joined the Special Affairs Bureau and teamed up with Zhang Dashan, a spirit medium, to form the “Mouthy Duo.”
We solve cases with insults and win fights by calling in backup.
Evil spirits: “I was wrong! Just don’t call your ancestor over!”
From a rookie whose only move was yelling “Ancestor, save me!” to a big shot who can judge both the living and the dead,
Fan Jian slacks off and coasts through life while grinding the evil cultivator group Yellow Springs Dao into the dirt:
“I’ll hustle for the Underworld’s KPIs and coast through life in the mortal realm. Nobody’s getting in the way of my slacking!”
