The world is haunted and everyone is running for their lives.
It was just me, carrying a briefcase, knocking on doors.
"Hello, Tax Inspection Bureau of the Underworld. This ghost of yours owes business tax since last year. Please make up for it."
The female ghost in red, the faceless ghost, the black cat-eating beast... Check each one you see.
Ghost King? No one is exempt from paying taxes in accordance with the law.
Until someone issued a demand note using my name.
There are only two words on it: Yang Shou.
Those who originally collected taxes will also be taxed.
