I'm a deputy of the underworld: a secure government job with an official post in the netherworld. But the underworld never gave me an ID badge. They were afraid I'd use excessive force, so they set up a livestream beside me to record everything.
Then one day, the comments stopped. Black Impermanence said, "You've passed. There's no need to monitor you anymore."
Honestly, I started to panic when no one was keeping an eye on me.
I have two assistants, one levelheaded and one funny. They've only just finished learning Taoist magic, so we're still figuring out how to work together.
There are all kinds of ghosts in the city: celebrity doubles, vengeful spirits in old houses, and people who were manipulated in the cycle of reincarnation.
My job is to send them on their way. Sometimes that means fighting, sometimes talking, and sometimes making things up on the spot with a hastily written script by Ni Xinqiang.
If you finish reading this and find yourself in need of a deputy of the underworld, just burn some joss paper for me. I also keep a presence on the netherworld's social media.
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It's quite interesting so far. The author is so miserable. Keep up the good work. I hope I can keep writing.
I have listened to so many chapters without realizing it. It is very interesting. Please keep writing the author. 🙂
, No one, cheer yourself up