At the deepest end of the Zhu family’s old mansion, I sat up in my coffin.
The instant I reclaimed my spiritual power, the entire mansion came crashing down.
The Soul-Reaping Messengers who arrived stared at me coldly.
"How dare you, wicked ghost! You destroyed a mortal’s home and caused thirteen deaths! Come with us to the Netherworld to stand trial!"
I said in a low voice, "I only took back what belonged to me."
The lead Soul-Reaping Messenger didn’t believe me. With a clatter, chains wrapped around my wrists.
"You’ll have a chance to defend yourself at the Judge’s Hall during your trial!"
I watched them coolly, letting them drag me toward the entrance to the Netherworld.
"Put me on trial? You’d better not regret it!"
Theme: Redemption by the banks of the River of Forgetfulness
