One Bow at a Ruined Temple, One Bracelet on My Wrist, and I Catch the Ghost King?

Eighteen years old, an orphan, and almost starved to death. I bowed my head before a ruined temple. The god didn't give me food. It gave me a string of black beads. Then it said, “Go catch the Ghost King.” Me: ? Fine, then. I'll catch him. On the first day, I ran into a hanging ghost. The beads on my wrist lit up, and the ghost froze, but only for one second. What can you do in one second? Run three more steps. Later, I found out there were eighteen beads, each with its own skill. It was like drawing cards, except I had to unlock them myself. Other ghost hunters: talismans, peachwood swords, and the teachings of their sects. Me: “Take it easy, big guy. First let me see if these beads light up today.” Other people chased by ghosts: “Run! Run!” Me, chased by a ghost: “Don't kill me! I've got someone backing me up! Wait, no, the one above me isn't human either. He's a fraud, too.” Later, I raised a whole bunch of ghosts, tore down the lairs of seven Ghost Kings, and finally discovered... The “god” in the temple was the last one I needed to catch. My name is Zou Jie. I'm eighteen. The god in my temple is a false god. The beads on my wrist are the real deal. But it took me a long time to understand: the beads can bind ghosts, but they can't bind the human heart. And don't ask why I still wear them. The answer is... I'm used to it.