At thirty, Wang Chuan lost everything.
His brother made off with his money, his wife betrayed his trust, more than three hundred employees were waiting for their wages, and a court summons had arrived just yesterday.
Heartbroken, he climbed to the top of a building, believing this was the end.
Then a sigh came from behind him: "I've waited three hundred years in the underworld for someone with resentment like yours."
Cui Yu, the judge of the Netherworld Empire, handed him a pitch-black token: Soul Reaper.
With his double pupils open, he could see evil spirits invisible to ordinary people. With his soul-catching hook, he could capture wandering ghosts. Merit could extend his life: capture one evil spirit, live one more day.
But he had only forty-nine days.
If the lamp went out within those forty-nine days, he would die.
From the back alleys of the city to the netherworld, from a lowly nobody to the master of life and death, this time, he would not let anyone trample him underfoot again.
