The Era of Witches and Ghosts

The ancestors cried blood and told me a cold truth: our souls have become the KPI of the underworld. In order to save the tribe, I, the last shaman, took the initiative to break up the troops and sneak into the underworld. There is order here, the ghost boss talks about performance, and the judge is worried about the end of the year. Because there was no extradition procedure, I became a criminal. Until I met the "nail house" that even the judge had a headache - an ancient war spirit. The underworld's solution is to suppress them with force and destroy their souls. And I walked up to him and resonated with him with the ancient war song: "Brother, are you willing to follow me and fight again?" My fighting spirit returned to my heart, I made an exception and went ashore and became a contract ghost errand in the underworld. During the day, I return to the earth to look for the remaining spirits, and I am a friend of all things; at night, I clock in to work in the underworld, and I am an excellent employee. I used Wu Wu to overclock the Yin Gathering Formation, and used totem magic to transform the standard ghost weapon. My boss praised me as a genius, but Inspector Su Yue regarded me as a breaker of rules. I thought I could stay on the edge of the rules until I received the highest order: cooperate with the "Pure Spirit Project" to destroy the kind mountain spirit behind me who has protected the mountains and rivers for thousands of years. Looking at the cold rules of order on one side, and the eyes of all spirits that trust me on the other. I raised the witch-patterned bone flute refined with underworld technology and pointed it at my former colleague. "Sorry, editor, I won't take the exam."