Blurb
With only two seconds left to live, Lin Fengmian was still thinking about one question:
Why is life so hard?
She never claimed to be a good person, but she had never done anything truly wicked, either.
While others her age were still in school, she delivered food by day and worked as a gaming companion by night.
She practiced social dancing late into the night, hoping to dance her way into a three-bedroom apartment and a Xiaomi Su 7.
She had to earn money for her mother's medical treatment, to put her younger brother through school, and to pay off her father's debts.
Then she found out that her parents' will left everything to her brother.
And she was sold as a wife to the local village punk with dyed blond hair.
Overcome with grief, she drank ten cans of pineapple beer and passed out by the roadside.
When she woke up, she was a ghost.
Her death made no sense.
The befuddled ghost reaper beside her cried and apologized, saying he had taken the wrong soul.
Lin Fengmian smiled. “It's okay. You're such a nice person.”
Later, the ghost reaper said he would make it up to her by letting her live another life as a human.
Lin Fengmian stopped smiling. “You're not nice at all.”
Who would want to be human again?!
By the Bridge of Helplessness, a young female ghost clung to Meng Po and cried for three days and nights.
Her sobbing brought the Ox-Head and Horse-Face, then the Black and White Impermanence, and made the waters of the Yellow Springs rise by three centimeters.
No one could get her to leave.
At last, she cried so much that the King of Hell came out and finally agreed to let her stay in the underworld, giving her a job as a ghost reaper.
Lin Fengmian stopped crying. Her eyes still red, she looked at the pretty woman with an icy expression and a thoroughly impatient air.
Lin Fengmian: “So you're saying I can reap anyone's soul now?”
Yan Yuqing: “I never said that.”
Lin Fengmian's eyes widened. “So the lives of all those jerks who bullied me are in my hands now?”
Yan Yuqing gritted her teeth. “I never said that!”
Lin Fengmian was overjoyed. “So I've become the God of Death, Karmic?!”
Yan Yuqing regretted it. She realized she had made a terrible decision.
The most shameless ghost reaper in history had been born.
Sent to reap the soul of someone about to jump to their death, she turned around and dragged an unfaithful scumbag down to the Eighteenth Level of Hell.
Sent to the hospital to reap the souls of elderly patients at the end of their lives, she casually reaped a whole string of criminals instead.
Lin Fengmian's karmic debt piled up as high as a nine-story demon pagoda.
Late one night, Yan Yuqing glared at the mountain of paperwork, her face ashen, and snapped the judge's brush in her hand.
Just then, the thoughtful “Have You Been Judged Yet?” app sent its routine notification: “Ding-dong! Your ghost reaper has a new violation ticket. Please handle it promptly~”
Thousands of years of her accumulated merit were about to go up in smoke.
If one person does the deed, that person takes responsibility. If one ghost does the deed, the King of Hell takes the fall.
[Unhinged after death, an automatic troublemaking ghost reaper bottom X Cold-faced but soft-hearted King of Hell top who works overtime to pay off her subordinate's debts]
[PS: Don't take the logic too seriously. I want fights! Revenge! Satisfaction!]
Theme: Good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil.
