After Death, I Will Work as a Cow and Horse in the Underworld

When I was seventeen years old, I jumped into a river. It's not that I want to die, it's that I'm too tired to live. My stepmother thought I was an eyesore, my stepbrother used me as a punching bag, and my father watched all this without saying a word. I thought death would free me. As a result, the Lord of Hell said that my life was not over yet, so I had to either wait in line for fifty years in the City of Wasted Death, or sign a contract to work as a ghost errand - my salary was paid daily, I had five insurances and one fund, and after one hundred years of service, I could be given priority to be reincarnated. I chose to be a ghost errand. From then on, I reported to the underworld during the day and went to the underworld to attract the souls of the dead at night.