I worked as a soul guide in the Underworld for seven years.
The last souls I guided were my ex-husband and his current partner.
Standing at the ferry crossing over the River of Forgetfulness, the man asked me, “Is there someone named Shen Zhishu in the Underworld?”
“I want to avoid her.”
But he didn't know that the soul guide wearing the Faceless Veil and registering their names was the ex-wife he thought was already dead.
They needed to cross the River of Forgetfulness, so I would lead the way.
They needed to enter the Underworld, so I would judge them.
As for how exactly I died when I was alive...
Once we cross the Bridge of Helplessness, I'll settle that score with them, one grievance at a time.
