Your Highness, the King of Hell, Prepare to Be Defeated

The miserable life of a leftover woman began with a blind date and was supposed to end... No, it didn’t end, because she died on her way to the date! Her soul was snatched away in a spectacular fashion. At the Bridge of Helplessness, she stamped her foot three times and cried, “I’m not married yet! I refuse to die!” By the bridge stood the dazzlingly beautiful Granny Meng, holding a steaming bowl. The woman threw herself at her and clung to her leg, wailing, “I won’t drink Granny Meng’s soup! I refuse to be reincarnated!” A certain man scowled, holding back the urge to kick her away. “Let go. Get lost!” A certain ox arrived, panting. “Your Majesty, King of Hell, I’m sorry! I took the wrong soul!” What? They got the wrong soul? Heh, so this guy isn’t Granny Meng but the King of Hell? A King of Hell this handsome, and he owes me for taking my soul by mistake. Shouldn’t we discuss the compensation at length? “Woman, get back to the mortal world!” At the King of Hell’s fury, the Underworld shook three times. The woman pasted on a fawning smile, leaned close, and whispered as she twirled his long silver hair around her fingers, “Shh, it’s getting late. Let’s talk about it tomorrow!”