On his twenty-fifth birthday, Jiang Xiaobai, a makeup artist at a funeral home, was bitten by a female corpse. The blood flowing from the wound was black.
Black Blood crawled into the wordless ancient book left by his grandfather, and three words appeared on the page - Netherworld Record.
Then he heard a voice in his head: "Your grandfather has spent twenty-five years blocking your life. Now, it's your turn."
The ghost eyes are opened, the system is activated, and a ghost emperor who has lived for three hundred years is sealed in the body.
Jiang Xiaobai glanced at the novice task on the system panel: subdue the first ghost before midnight tonight.
Failure penalty: unknown.
He silently picked up half of the "Yin Fu Sutra" left by his grandfather, lit a cigarette, and walked into the morgue.
"I, Jiang Xiaobai, hate working overtime the most in my life. But tonight, I won't work overtime, I have to deal with ghosts."
