[Hilarious Underworld Workplace] × [High-Octane Comeback in the Mystic Arts] × [A Soul-Bound Duo of Male Leads]
I rented a haunted house because it was cheap, only to discover my roommate was a low-level civil servant from the underworld: Xie Bi'an, the White Impermanence.
He hated working overtime, obsessed over KPIs, and knew only physical methods of exorcism. I couldn't stand by and watch, so this former PR director turned the whole operation into a business: Zhao'an Consulting was officially open!
A housing development haunted by ghosts? We burned three hundred paper villas with swimming pools as relocation compensation, and the old ghosts happily lined up to sign for them. The orthodox mystic sect tried to steal our clients? I used a PowerPoint presentation and data to face-slap those superstitious Taoists, then secured the underworld's first official Guide position. The ghost market of the three realms was rife with backstabbing? I flashed my badge, and a thousand-year-old demon and his cronies dropped to their knees in terror. Lord Xie promptly kicked off an underworld-style “shopping spree for zero yuan.”
I thought this business would help me buy a house and a car, until the Chaos Cult tore open a rift between yin and yang, and countless frenzied souls descended on Beijing.
My roommate, who hated trouble and even kept tabs on the utility bills, took off his suit and burned his soul to stitch the abyss shut with countless chains. All he left behind was a cracked jade pendant and one sentence:
“From now on, you're paying the utilities for 302.”
...Weren't we just roommates?
From “PR for the Underworld” to “Saving a City at the Cost of One's Life,” watch an ordinary man use the iron fist of capitalism to whip the worlds of yin and yang into shape.
Well written, I like to read it
The author's subject matter is very novel and the characters are vividly created.