"Now you're still trying to cling to me? Do you believe I'll beat you to death?" Old Mrs. Tao clenched her fists, glaring angrily at the ghost messenger.

"Don't be so angry. You're so old. Getting angry is bad for your health. What if you get sick from it?" the ghost messenger quickly coaxed in a low voice.

“Who’s old? You’re an old ghost who’s been around for hundreds of years, you’re not older than me.” Old Mrs. Tao was displeased.

Actually, the old lady didn't really care about her age, but she just couldn't stand the ghost messengers.

"Please forgive my rudeness, I'll take you to see the City God. You've offered him sacrifices, and he hasn't received any offerings for many years. He certainly won't let down his believers," the ghost messenger quickly coaxed.

"Just three apples?" Old Mrs. Tao didn't believe it.

"That's for sure. Nowadays, everyone believes in monks and not our own family of immortals anymore. It's not easy being an immortal these days. Without offerings and the power of incense, immortals will weaken and may even perish." The ghost messenger sighed.

These days, nothing is easy, even being a ghost is difficult.

This has made the underworld increasingly complicated and difficult.

It's hard enough being alive, but who knew it would be even harder after you're dead?

Countless people die every day, yet it's rare to be reborn into a good family.

This has led to many spirits harboring increasing resentment.

The eighteen floors of hell are almost overflowing, let alone the wandering souls.

There are also too many people who secretly skip drinking the Meng Po soup and go to be reincarnated.

In short, things were in complete chaos, which is why the underworld set up a rescue team.

Help those souls who are of good character but have been treated unfairly and are filled with resentment.

This way, the underworld won't be filled with chaos and smog all the time.

With a skeptical attitude, Old Lady Tao followed the ghost messenger to the City God Temple.

Thinking that she was just an old lady and there was nothing about her that was worth scheming against.

As for whether her soul would be scattered or not, Old Mrs. Tao really didn't care.

Anyway, no one will remember their next life. How would anyone know whether they were reincarnated or their soul was scattered?

I don't remember either, so there's no difference at all.

The two souls crossed the desolate hillside and arrived at the dilapidated City God Temple.

Stepping inside, this time it wasn't a dilapidated statue, but two imposing, oppressive figures that made one want to submit.

The ghost messenger quickly pulled Old Lady Tao down to kneel. "Your Majesty, Tao Ying has agreed to join the rescue team."

“Wait, City God, he told me he would help me complete one of my soul fragments. I need to ask about the details of the job. He doesn’t just take on any job.” Old Mrs. Tao quickly corrected him.

You can't just admit to something like that; who knows what might be waiting for you later?

“How can we hesitate about something that benefits the country and its people?” the judge said from the side.

"Why don't you hesitate and give me your position? We're all family, what's there to hide?" Old Mrs. Tao immediately chimed in upon hearing the judge's words. She hated people who talked big, lied, and made empty promises the most in her life; they were disgusting.

There are so many better things to do with that time.

The judge thought, "..." This old lady seems a bit fierce.

“You’ve never had a good life. Join the rescue team, and you can go to different places and experience different lives. If you do well, you can earn points that can be exchanged for lifespan, appearance, knowledge, physical strength, and everything else. Are you sure you don’t want to give it a try?” The City God asked Old Lady Tao in a low voice.