I, in the cold winter, at the age of eighteen, took a winter swim and killed myself to death.
Only when I went to the underworld did I realize that ghosts can also be hungry and have to practice cultivation. Other ghosts swallow and exhale yin energy and slowly boil it away, but I can't - the soul core is naturally leaky and cannot absorb the yin energy, so I can only eat ready-made food.
Who to eat? Eat ghosts. The underworld calls these "dirty ghosts", the kind that will fly away when caught.
To make matters worse, my father burned five paper wives and an M4 for me. The gun exploded within a few days, but each wife was better than the other: the eldest wife had checked 30 billion false accounts and was specialized in telling ghosts' fortunes; the second wife was a pig butcher, and even the ghosts were afraid of her when she protected her master; the third wife was a matchmaker from the Northeast, who imitated who the other was, and could give orders to enemy generals; the fourth wife, Dr. Concord, would sew her soul back for you even if it was broken; the fifth wife... I still haven't dared to let her wake up.
The judge wants to arrest me, the ghost general wants to punish me, and there is something waiting for me to count the "thousandth" under the throne.
Okay, I have died once anyway - I have accepted the rules of this underworld.
The content is so good