Ghost Factory: From the Start, I Hired a Brat to Work for Me

While others transmigrate to fight and kill, I transmigrate to open a ghost factory.

Countless ghosts work for me, drawing blood, making talismans, and working the assembly line. Business is booming.

They’re more afraid of seeing me than they are of seeing other ghosts. After all, my mark is carved into every one of their foreheads.

The Spirit Control Bureau next door is fighting tooth and nail, while I sit in my office counting money.

Then the Hall Master of the Celestial Appraisal Office shows up at my door with his ghost pet and demands, “Give the old man his ghost pet back.”

I hoist my hammer onto my shoulder and glance back at the ghost tied to a chair.

“Give it back? Why don’t you ask if it even wants to leave?”