After I Died, I Conquered the Eighteen Hells of the Underworld

On the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, Lin Chen floated in midair, watching Lin Zhongnan frantically burn paper offerings for him.

Lin Chen couldn't help saying languidly, "Dad, please stop burning them. You've caused inflation in the underworld!"

Lin Zhongnan looked completely baffled. "Son, if I don't burn paper offerings for you, should I burn a beautiful woman and send her down instead?"

Hearing that, Lin Chen snapped, "Why burn a beautiful woman? Get me a Black Gold Ancient Blade. I want to go fight monsters and level up."

Lin Zhongnan's eyes lit up. "Isn't a Black Gold Ancient Blade a bit too weak? How about I get you one that goes rat-a-tat-tat and spits blue flames?"