I offended the ghost of the underworld, causing him to miss the chance to be immortal, so he was too resentful, so he begged the Lord of Hell for his grace to dominate my life and reincarnation again and again until his anger dissipated.
So, in my first life, I turned into a pig. Before I was killed, I was angry to death because of my low IQ, so I had a second reincarnation.
So, I became an angry bird that was treated like a stone. I was hit by others and couldn't even be picked off the wall. But he was still not relieved,
So, I became a bamboo rat that fainted on a hot day, and was about to be eaten by a little old man who called himself a brother...
The sea has changed, the sails have turned, but he still seems to have no intention of letting me go.
I gradually lost hope in this, until I knew the truth of the matter...
Intention: My two or three stories with the gods