I slipped and fell off a cliff. After someone rescued me, ten years passed before I learned I had already been registered among the dead.
Now, if I want this little life of mine, outside the Three Realms and Five Elements, to continue, I have to work my tail off earning money to exchange for spirit currency, secretly bribe the underworld officials, and buy
extra years of life to make up for the decades of lifespan someone traded away for drinking money.
Who knew that as soon as I left the mountains, I'd run into two huge troubles? Ever since, they haven't let me know a moment's peace, and every so often they drag me along to exorcise ghosts for free.
“Hey! I'm not a Taoist priest or a celestial master. I don't catch ghosts, damn it!”
