A Sacrifice? No, I'm a Yin Messenger

I transmigrated into a terrifying fantasy world as a disposable young man and was chosen to be the Mountain God’s bride.

Halfway to the wedding, a vengeful ghost blocked the bridal sedan and demanded my life.

“The auspicious hour has arrived. Bride, please step down from the sedan!”

I lifted my veil, gripped the Judge’s brush, and opened the Book of Life and Death.

“Easy. Let me check your allotted lifespan and merits first.”

The Mountain God wants a bride? Has anyone asked me, the newly appointed underworld bureaucrat?

Wait, why does the Book of Life and Death say the real Mountain God died a thousand years ago?