Everyone laughed that no one would burn paper offerings for him after he died. Little did they know, in the underworld... he specialized in stealing the offerings meant for other people.
Jiang Wuhou was thirty-eight when he died, still a man with no heirs.
In life, his whole clan had mocked him behind his back for ending the family line. In death, he was so poor in the underworld that he couldn’t even get a single paper offering.
The old ghosts with crowds of descendants built mansions and raised little ghosts in the afterlife. He couldn’t even scrounge up a decent meal.
Until he picked up the knife he’d wielded in life and robbed the treasure convoy of the underworld’s biggest incense-offering magnate.
From then on, a madman who only robbed the “rich and powerful ghosts” roamed the underworld.
The Judge wanted to throw him into the cauldron of boiling oil; the Impermanence officers wanted to claim his soul. But he only grinned and pointed his knife at the tallest “Incense Mountain” in the underworld.
“Everyone says a ghost with no heirs is going nowhere. Today, I’ll show you what it means to have an escape route so ‘absolute’ that even Heaven and Earth fear it!”
