Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio: I Am the City God

I transmigrated.

And became a City God.

Every day, I deal with petty, trivial matters.

Ning Caichen, if you're looking for Nie Xiaoqian, you need to find the Black Mountain Demon. You've got the wrong door.

Zhu Erdan, if you want to give your wife a pig's head, you need to find the Red-Haired Judge Lu. Burning paper offerings for me won't help.

Hua Guzi, you want to have a child who's neither human nor demon. How is that my fault?

Xiaocui, your husband really is an idiot. There's no cure for that.

You, from Painted Skin, come back here! This face is too ugly. Paint another one.

The new City God mutters to himself.

This blurb was scribbled down on a whim. I'll revise it later.

Theme: Everything is in service of the people.