Chen Guanzi took over the family business and ran a full-service funeral company.
By chance, he discovered that a rather unusual underworld was hidden inside his body.
It had no Great Emperor Fengdu, no Ten Yama Kings, no judges or ghost officials, and no Ox-Head and Horse-Face guardians. It had no black- or white-clad impermanence spirits, either. It had only him, a living person.
The good news was that he could become the Great Emperor Fengdu, master of life and death and terror of all ghosts.
The bad news was that he would have to start as a low-ranking underworld clerk and work his way up, promoting himself and giving himself raises.
Looking at the underworld, whose facilities were still incomplete, Chen Guan sighed. “Looks like I'll have to build this place up bit by bit!”
Evil ghosts? Lock them up with soul-binding chains. Wicked people? Pass judgment with the Book of Life and Death.
“No wonder there's been so much trouble lately. So it's you, a wandering ghost, causing it all! You're coming with me! Go scrub my toilet!”
“How could we spare a ghost this vile? Refine it! Put it to work building up Fengdu!”
“This red-clad fierce ghost is quite pretty... Ahem, your resentment is great, but you have your reasons. I'll let you stay for now...”
“What? We don't have Ox-Head and Horse-Face in our underworld? Easy. There's no shortage of oxen and horses up above. We'll just bring a couple back in chains!”
“What's wrong, Grandpa Wang? Your son? I've arranged a job for him, so don't worry! It's a proper government position with a permanent post!”
