"I transmigrated? And became a wisp of a remnant soul? Good grief, I'm way too miserable! I even transmigrated without a body! My soul is incomplete too!"
"I don't want to transmigrate!!!"
The Transmigrator threw his head back and howled, sobbing bitterly with tears in his eyes, feeling that he was simply too miserable.
He had a happy, harmonious family, a beautiful and virtuous wife, a cute and clever son, and understanding, kind parents. He was a complete success in life. Who the hell would want to transmigrate?
With a life like this, did I even deserve to transmigrate?!!!
But since he had already transmigrated, after crying it out, he could only resign himself to it.
Fortunately, he still had a Golden Finger—the Jade Tablet—which allowed him to cling to life and avoid dying the moment he transmigrated.
Relying on the Jade Tablet's soul-summoning and soul-controlling abilities, the Transmigrator gradually built up a sizable ghost-path faction.
What troubled and puzzled him, however, was why all the ghosts he summoned were so weak.
And wasn't the Jade Tablet supposed to connect to the Underworld and summon ghosts from there?
So where was the Underworld? Where had it gone? It couldn't have vanished, could it?!
Connect already!
Was the signal on the Underworld's side bad? Why couldn't it connect?!
Could there be something defective about my Golden Finger?!
There didn't seem to be any cracks on it. If it wasn't broken, why couldn't it connect to the Underworld?!
The Transmigrator could not make heads or tails of it. His mentality completely exploded, and he almost laughed in anger.
He had thought he could stock up on goods from the Underworld, only to find that he could not even get through the door!
Although he could not even enter the Underworld, and Lin