A Little Girl Named Lu Arrived at the Reincarnation Office

I've worked as a low-level official in the underworld for fifty years, and I've always thought it was a steady job.

I showed up on time, clocked out on time, and occasionally worked overtime escorting a few evil spirits. Life was uneventful.

Until today.

A little girl arrived at the reincarnation office. Her file read:

Cause of death: abuse. Age: ten.

I frowned.

Then I read on.

Father: Lu Yuheng.

Grandfather: Lu Jianguo.

My blood pressure shot right through the roof.

Lu Jianguo? Wasn't he my own good-for-nothing son?

So I spent fifty years diligently building up my underworld merit just for you people to treat her like this?

The underworld official told me that the King of Hell had shown mercy. The little girl wasn't meant to die, and she could live another life.

But she knelt before me, crying and begging. She'd rather never be reincarnated again than go back to that family.

I crouched down and wiped away her tears.

Don't be afraid.

Great-grandma will go in your place.