Wei Changwu was a retired Netherworld Messenger. Because his talent was lacking and his Companion Ghost was only an E-Rank resentment, he had been fortunate enough to become one of the rare low-ranking Netherworld Messengers to retire alive.
He was sixty-four this year, and this was his fortieth year working at the Jiangbei Branch Bureau.
Netherworld Messengers could retire and go home after ten years of service, but Wei Changwu's entire family had died in that Paranormal Incident all those years ago.
He no longer had a home. This place was his home.
So he had chosen to stay after retiring and become the branch bureau's gatekeeper, responsible for opening and closing the main gates and the doors to some shared offices every day.
Another of his duties was waking the many Netherworld Messengers in the morning.
The rest of the work was easy, a way for the branch bureau to look after him, but that last duty made Wei Changwu suffer terribly.
Everyone was grumpy when they woke up.
Netherworld Messengers were no exception. An ordinary person might throw a pillow at most, but the things a grumpy Netherworld Messenger threw came in all varieties.
Some tossed out a woman's head, others a Dead Infant, or a Companion Ghost with only half a body...
And those were the better ones.
When some Netherworld Messengers got angry, their surroundings instantly turned into an ice cellar.
Some who had not slept well would even flash behind you, raising a sharp knife dripping with blood...
It was not that Netherworld Messengers were really that savage.
Everyone had an instinctive reaction when angry. Although they never actually attacked in the end, it was enough to give an ordinary person a heart attack.
And this job really offended people.
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