After living for 27 years, I was smashed to death by a flowerpot. The underworld officials said that I didn't belong here (they said I was a smuggled ghost), so they sent me to my place of origin. "No! I'm so backward there, and they said, I don't want to be an ancient ghost." Uncle Hell said, "Hey, if you don't want to be a ghost, okay, then just be a human (ancient person)!"