My name is Jiang Fan, I am twenty-four years old, an ordinary social worker with a C grade.
Until this month, Black and White Wuchang put the chain around my neck for the third time.
The first time, I was so scared that I almost moved my house; the second time, I found that they couldn't seem to lock me; the third time, while being locked, I calmly enjoyed the braised chicken——
"Report your job number. Did you prove it? The appeal lasts for seven working days, and today is the tenth day. Do you know that your procedures are illegal?"
On the book of life and death, my name was covered with a ball of black ink, the iron chain penetrated my body, the soul-calling flag did not work, and the soul-binding talisman could not be affixed.
The two ghosts spent the whole night looking through the 300-year-old file, and finally stamped me with red eyes: [Received, pending review].
Only later did the King of Hell find out: This man had accumulated good deeds from his ancestors and his own merits were so rich that he couldn't even make a single stroke. How could he risk his life? Can't find it.
Others would die if they bumped into ghosts, but I bumped into ghosts and set rules for the underworld.
When claiming a life, you have to go through the process, present evidence, and accept appeals - a living "Human Errata Consultant" begins to litigate the entire underworld on behalf of those who have been wrongly convicted and whose life span has been stolen.
"The process is written on the paper. On which page is the will written?"
