Feasting on Mortal Incense: Turns Out I'm in the Underworld

Is there a possibility that we're poor because no one is burning paper offerings for us?

They all say, "The hells are empty, the devils are among us."

Is there a possibility that this place is... the Underworld, the boundless netherworld?

That day, I heard the murmurs of offerings being burned, and finally saw the true face of the world.

"Ancestors above, your descendants offer paper money and various gold and silver ingots. Powerful gods and evil spirits, do not contend for these. If there is dispute, let this memorial be proof."

ding, one thousand yuan has been credited to your account!

Damn it, two-year-old bad debts count as incense offerings too?!

(Dual-world transmigration, primarily cultivation in another world.)