Dirty Hunting

After graduating from college and not finding a job, I was called back to Qingcheng Mountain by my master. He handed me a yellowed envelope: "Send a courier down the mountain. The address is..." I looked down and saw in the recipient column: "Tianzi Palace, Fengdu City, c/o, King Qin Guang of the Tenth Palace, Yama, for personal acceptance." The master held a cigarette in his mouth and said, "Don't tear it down. You can't afford to pay for it." On the night of delivery, blood began to rain all over the city.