When I woke up, I became the successor appointed by the God of Death. I had just been killed by someone and stopped breathing a second ago, and the God of Death flashed in front of me.
What? He asked me to forget about the blood feud?
What? He asked me if I still remembered who the murderer was? Why can't I remember ╰(‵□′)╯
Well, facing the iron rice bowl of a civil servant, I gave in and stopped pursuing it.
In fact, I probably don't have any other choice (▼伀▼#)
He said that if I don't follow him, I will become an earthbound spirit and be trapped in the house all day and night, looking after the house for my master.
After I joined the company, I realized that I had no right to make decisions about life and death. I had no role in refining ghosts and improving my cultivation. Even after working for 500 years, I am still a rookie. You really don't blame me╮(╯＿╰)╭
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