Ask Ming

[I return from the underworld to answer questions on behalf of the dead souls] I was nailed into the coffin by the hands of my beloved, I listened to the rebirth mantra in the dark for three years. When I climbed out again, I became a spiritualist who could hear the obsessions of the dead. The hypocritical fiancé used the blood of my entire family to pave his way to success. My best friend used stolen medical skills to replace my name as a miracle doctor. They thought they were safe and sound, but they didn't know that every old thing I touched with my fingertips had a soul roaring. I smiled and listened, then sent them off to apologize in person. When all the enemies collapsed in fear, the blind man guarding the deepest part of the imperial mausoleum stretched out his hand to me: "The dead soul in you…is too noisy. Do you need me to cover your ears or hand you the knife? " At this time, the bell in the deepest part of the palace rang, The purest little prince's dead soul, He was directing me to look at the dragon throne... That huge conspiracy sweeping the world.