Ghost Festival: I Sent the Soul-Catching Reaper to the Afterlife

Lin Kaigua, twenty-four years old, born with a pure Yin constitution and a natural magnet for ghosts. At midnight on the Ghost Festival, two underworld enforcers came to seize his soul. Lin Kaigua barely glanced at them before slapping three Soul-Suppressing Talismans onto the two “wandering ghosts,” pinning them to the wall like geckos. Then he even stuck on Transcendence Talismans, chanted a prayer for their rebirth, and packed them off to the underworld. “I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll do it for free. You can keep the twenty yuan fee.” In the First Hall of the Underworld, King Qin Guang stared at his two subordinates, trussed up like dumplings, wailing for their mothers and fathers, and filing claims for work-related injuries and psychological counseling. After a long silence, he slammed the table and rose to his feet. “Prepare my carriage! I’ll go meet him myself!” But the laws of Heaven’s Dao have a way of humbling anyone who thinks they’re above the rules. The higher an underworld deity’s rank, the more severely they’re suppressed in the mortal realm. King Qin Guang personally entered the fray, only to be publicly humiliated by Lin Kaigua on a live broadcast watched by the entire underworld. The head of the Ten Kings of Hell had been brought down by a poor Taoist priest. With no other options, the underworld sent him an “amnesty and recruitment order”: “Comrade Lin Kaigua, you’ve been specially hired by the underworld to handle supernatural incidents in the mortal realm. Are you in?” After looking at the salary in the contract, Lin Kaigua held his nose and accepted his first assignment. A ghost village. One hundred and twenty evil spirits. An eighty percent mortality rate. He’d thought he could just beat them up and call it a day. But after entering the village, he discovered that more than ninety living people were locked in a cellar, about to become sacrifices in a living-person ritual. With the hostages in the ghosts’ hands, a head-on fight would wipe them all out. He’d have to outsmart them. But the further he went, the stranger things seemed. Why was everything going so smoothly? Why hadn’t he been discovered? This definitely wasn’t the protagonist’s plot armor. Someone was paving the way for him in the shadows, clearing the area and removing obstacles. Who was it