Lord Yincha, Please Sign for Your Yama.

"Tell me, how did I die?!" Ye Tianxin grabbed someone's collar and roared. The latter moved his lips expressionlessly towards the unfamiliar yet familiar black unknown object not far away, and said in a calm voice: "You may not believe it, but it was struck by lightning. It's burnt on the outside and tender on the inside." He sniffed and said, "It smells pretty good." Ye Tianxin was originally a young, upright and graceful little girl. But after a thunderstorm, he was forced to become a spy in the underworld. From then on, he began a hard life of soul-transferring under the gaze of someone with cold eyes. Duhun Little Theater. In the middle of the mountain, a certain person rubbed his little hands and asked expectantly: "Do I have any equipment? When I used to watch movies, people always had props. Where's mine?" "You don't need to." "Why?" "What props do you need to collect ghosts?" After saying this, Zi Xi's white figure seemed to float away. Sweet pet theater. In broad daylight, a pair of talented and beautiful lovers were kissing passionately. Not far away, Po Meng from the underworld had tears in her eyes. She was moved by nothing but the man's heroic sacrifice. Not long after, the handsome young man fell down, and the heroine was instantly confused. Ye Tianxin's inner os: What is this? She actually knocked out a big boy from kissing her in broad daylight? Are you sure you got the script right? "There's something I forgot to tell you." Mrs. Meng said shyly. "What?" "Yin Chai will become addicted after kissing a mortal. And he must kiss every month, otherwise the mortal will die because of his request." Ye Tianxin: "Which bastard made this rule?" Yan Mo: "I like this rule!"