Chu Ma Xian: the Fairy I Invited Is Not Serious

My name is Cui Xiaole, and I work the night shift at Northeast Funeral Home, earning a monthly salary of 20,000 yuan. As a result, on the first day of work, the corpse in the freezer sat up and started chatting with me. I'm not crazy, I'm just forced to become a fairy, but none of the fairies invited are serious - the squirrel spirit who is afraid of death, the hedgehog fairy covered in thorns, and the mouse man who only loves to eat peanuts. Until I was choked to death by the century-old mirror spirit, I closed my eyes, shook the drum and howled: "Help! Is there any god online?" A golden light struck, and Nezha's phantom appeared with spicy sticks in his mouth: "What are you arguing about? Pay per view, starting price is 100 packs, you want it to be super spicy." I'm numb. What's even more embarrassing is that the "Shadow Mirror" physique I acquired by accident has become a favorite in the eyes of the big guys in the three worlds. The evil cultivator wanted me to be the key to the ghost market, and the female ghost sang lullabies in my dreams every night. Now, all the demons in Northeast China know: There is a coward named Cui in the funeral home who only shakes people up when he fights. The ones that came were more difficult to serve than the last. However, after I obtained the inheritance of the Human Emperor, all the gods and Buddhas in the sky were vying to be my cousin!