I Work as a Security Guard in the Underworld

In the blood-red dusk, Chen Feng's entrails spilled across the bank's tiled floor. With a stroke of the Judge's brush before the Palace of the King of Hell, he became the chief night patrol instructor of Fengdu City. Amid the wails of a thousand ghosts tearing at him, bronze chains coiled around twelve skulls: the thousand-year-old fiendish spirits he had subdued. The floating corpses beneath the Bridge of Helplessness grinned at him, while face-centipedes churned in Granny Meng's pot of soup. When a seventh red circle appeared in the Book of Life and Death, he realized that this battle to defend the underworld was nothing more than a bloodstained pawn on the chessboard of the Three Realms.