I'm a Temp Worker in the Underworld. Am I Supposed to Reap Sun Wukong's Soul?

My name is Zhao Hui, and I'm the unlucky guy who got stabbed to death the moment I transmigrated.

I thought that ridiculous transmigration ordeal was over, but who could have guessed that as soon as I arrived in the underworld, King Qin Guang would summon me in person?

Kind and gentle, with a smile always plastered across his face, that was my first impression of King Qin Guang.

He even came down from his throne to take my hand, speaking to me with overwhelming warmth: "Little Zhao! Would you like to stay in the underworld and become a civil servant?"

"Yes, of course!" I nodded furiously, my face lit up with excitement.

Truthfully, at that moment, I really wanted to slap King Qin Guang across the face.

I'd seen that exact expression far too many times in my previous life, whenever a leader was looking for someone to take the fall.

But how could I dare refuse? He was King Qin Guang, the chief of the Ten Kings of Hell!

But when I heard the first task he assigned me, I flipped the table right there.

"Fuck your mother!!!"