A black egg washed out of the River of Forgetfulness, hatching into a little baby who made prophecies that came true whenever it opened its mouth. Praise someone, and flowers bloom everywhere; gripe about something, and the underworld falls apart. The Black and White Impermanence spirits’ thousand-year career of drudgery gets even worse: besides reaping souls, they now have to raise a child and run Granny Meng’s milk tea stall. Granny Meng works herself to the bone for merit points, then flees overnight, leaving behind just one sentence: This child could overturn the entire underworld...
