I Work as a Sundial in the Underworld

A lonely soul, without relatives or support, fell into the underworld. Yin paper is overflowing here, and hungry ghosts are everywhere. Only the sincere thoughts of people and the burning of paper with their own hands can condense the purest Yin gold. I was originally a lonely soul at the bottom of the underworld, but unexpectedly I met my only concern in the world. A ray of golden light entered the soul, and it turned out to be the original Yin gold that could only be seen in the underworld for a hundred years. Overnight, I went from a dying starving ghost to a treasure sought after by the underworld. Luxurious houses are added to the body, and the stars are holding the moon. The ants in the past have suddenly ascended to the sky. I was scared of poverty, and just wanted to live a stable life with this thought, but I didn't know that from the moment the golden light landed, a hunt for me had quietly begun. The iron laws of the underworld, pressure from high-level officials, and the indifference of ghosts forced me to pour all the gold in my hands into this netherworld. When the scenery is endless, you are surrounded by smiling faces; On the day when the yin metal is cut off, there are cold looks on all sides. The old friends who once took in turned against each other, the ghosts who once fawned over stayed away, the thoughts in the world became thinner and thinner, and the fire of burning paper eventually turned into ashes. I was once a person's heart full of joy, but in the end, I became a trace that had to be erased from her happiness. There is no inflation in the underworld. The real inflation is the forgetfulness of the world. I held the golden light that reached the sky, but in the end, I was left with nothing but my soul, and no one remembered it. It turns out that from beginning to end, I was just hell, a disposable consumable.