Entering the Soul

My name is Duan Minggui, which is homophonic to the short-lived ghost. Rumor has it that I was named by the King of Hell. I could not live to be three years old. But on the day when I was about to turn three, my grandfather met a heavenly master. Seeing that my grandfather was pitiful, the heavenly master cast a spell to save me from disaster and lived to the age of eighteen. But on the night when I had just turned eighteen, I found in my dream that I was coming. When we arrived at a strange and gloomy place, there was a huge ancient iron door. On both sides of the door were the legendary bull-headed and horse-faced faces. The sign on the door clearly read the Hall of Hell. I was frightened and woke up. In the following days, I returned to the university, but strange things happened one after another. I suspected that I was called upon by the King of Hell again.