Wukong, the Underworld Is Calling You to Clock in and Go to Work.

I, Sun Wukong, was holding a memorial service for Golden Retriever when I was suddenly transported to the underworld. The King of Hell slapped the case and stood up: "Quickly go to the West to invite Tathagata Buddha——!" Me: "Don't ask, I'm not the hairy one." The King of Hell trembled and checked my account: "Sun Wukong... A professional pet undertaker, bank card password 181818, balance 952 yuan 7?" Me: "... Lord of Hell, do you know that prying into privacy is against the law?" The eyes of the King of Hell lit up: "Young man, would you like to know more about the work of the underworld? If you have a double holiday, you will be rewarded with ten years of longevity if you become a full-time official!" Me (looking at the balance): "... Where was the contract signed?" (Turning to the bottom) Wait! Will life be deducted for absence from work? ! You are a black-hearted enterprise! King of Hell (drinking tea): "It's too late, I've signed everything. Welcome to join us as a trainee pet spiritual officer."