Chapter 1: Wrong soul?

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Mingdai stood in the busy office hall, still feeling very confused.

No, maybe it’s the ghost that should be confused.

Is this the underworld?

Looking at the staff on site wearing suits and ties, listening to the continuous calls on the voice announcer, if it weren't for the large electronic screen scrolling:

The Underworld Office is dedicated to serving you!

Mingdai thought she was doing business in a government agency.

She sighed, and with the idea that she might as well make the best of it and die if she did, she looked at the ticket in her hand and found a place to sit down.

Mingdai only remembered that she came home from get off work last night and had just prepared a delicious meal. Before she could enjoy it, she suddenly heard someone calling her and she followed that person for no apparent reason.

You know, as a senior single woman, she is very cautious and it is impossible for her to leave just because someone calls her.

And the one who called her was a young man with a sly face and rat-like eyes. He was wearing a suit and looked decent, but he was holding a fire stick in his hand and calling her name as he walked.

Her body was out of control and she followed the man unconsciously.

By the time she reacted, she had already followed the young man into the car, which was speeding away. The next thing she remembered was standing at the door of the service hall, and the young man handed her a note with her number plate on it.

Looking at the words "Place of Rebirth" in the office hall and on the windows of the underworld, it was clear once again that this was not a movie, she was really dead.

Ming Dai comes from a medical family. Her grandfather's ancestors were doctors, an absolute family of medicine. Her grandfather was one of the first batch of medical students who studied abroad, and before his retirement, he was a famous dean in Beijing.

Both my parents are scientific research fanatics who are devoted to research. When I was a child, I was taken care of by both sets of parents in turn. I hardly saw my parents for a year. They can be said to be the most familiar strangers.

So both sets of parents placed all their love for their children on Mingdai. She started studying Chinese medicine when she was young, and Western medicine in high school. It can be said that her entire childhood was spent studying and taking exams.

Even in college, she was forced to complete two degrees, which was extremely sad.

But the elders on both sides really loved her. They would give her whatever she wanted and never lacked material things since she was a child.

When both parents pass away, the family property is passed from the children to the grandchildren.

Mingdai seemed to have lost motivation all of a sudden and started to slack off. She opened a herbal medicine shop and invited her senior brother to run the restaurant. She could go when she wanted to and travel when she didn't want to.

She has money, time, and no one to care about her. Her life is just about eating, drinking, and having fun. She never talks about love, and getting married is out of the question. She plans to live happily like this for the rest of her life.

Unfortunately, the joy turned into sorrow and I didn’t know how I ended up having so much fun.

I hope my senior brother can remember that I have an appointment with him to discuss prescriptions tomorrow. If I can’t contact him, I will go to his house to look for him.

Otherwise, during the hottest days of summer, even with air conditioning, she would still worry about stinking up at home.

Just as I was daydreaming, someone sat down next to me.

She turned her head and saw an old man whose face was disfigured after being hit. He was holding up his arm that was about to fall off with one hand, and tightly grasping a number plate with the other hand. He was looking at it carefully with his only remaining eye, with the standard posture of an old man on the subway looking at his mobile phone.

Unfortunately, his eyes were covered with blood and he couldn't see clearly for a long time.

Mingdai glanced at the number 438 in her hand and twitched her lips. It was so damn auspicious!

Then I looked at the uncle's number and whispered to him, "Uncle, your number is 439."

Half of the uncle's head was cut off on the side closest to Mingdai, and his ear was gone. Mingdai could only turn to his other side and shouted, "Uncle! Your number is 439!"

The uncle heard it this time and thanked her with a smile: "Thank you, girl! Luckily it's number 439. I almost died. I don't know who would be so unlucky to get the number of a bitch."

The uncle only had one ear at the moment and his hearing was impaired, so the sound was turned up very loud. The entire office hall looked over and all the ghosts lowered their heads to check the numbers in their hands.

The next moment, a voice message came: "Ghost No. 438, please go to the No. 14 entrance to handle business. Ghost No. 438, please go to the No. 14 entrance to handle business."

Mingdai: There must be a reason why you died so tragically!

Facing a burning gaze from behind, she walked to window number 14.

In the window was a worker with dark circles under his eyes, who looked like he had died suddenly from overwork.

Mingdai sat down and put her number tag in.

"Ding, hello, respected ghost No. 438, I am the clerk No. 38 of the Underworld Office, and I am here to serve you sincerely."

Mingdai looked at her stiff smile and her trembling voice, and felt that she was about to die again.

"Hello."

Clerk No. 38 swiped the number card and a person's information appeared on the screen.

"Hello, let me check the basic information with you again:

Ming Dynasty, female, 35 years old, died of a sudden heart attack due to overwork at 20:00 on March 30, 2333 in Room 1308, Beijing Rose Apartment. ...

Mingdai listened to her mechanical repetition and looked at the somewhat unfamiliar faces on the screen, and had a bad feeling.

"Well, little sister?"

The clerk's pale mouth curled up stiffly: "Hello, do you have any questions?"

Ming Dai said weakly: "This doesn't seem to be me. I am Dai, which means "Fen Dai", not Dai, which means "Chao Dai"."

The forced smile on the opposite side disappeared in an instant, and the young lady's eyes, which were originally slightly narrowed, suddenly opened, and her bloodshot eyeballs almost popped out.

She pounced on the computer screen, half of her body buried in it, waving her hands and scratching around frantically.

Mingdai could see the documents inside flying everywhere because of her.

The young lady confirmed it several times and confirmed that the name was indeed entered correctly, which means she had selected the wrong soul!

She pulled her head out of the screen with a desperate look, and with a "pop" sound, her neck stretched out and pointed at Mingdai's face through the glass.

Only then did Mingdai realize that Office Staff No. 38 had big eyes and double eyelids, but there were a lot of red bloodshot eyes.

After a scream, a group of people came up and surrounded them, and then Mingdai and Office 38 were taken to the conference room along with their computers.

Mingdai sat alone in the empty conference room, and an enthusiastic hanged ghost girl brought her a lot of food and drinks.

She drank her avocado almond yogurt and looked out through the glass.

Office lady No. 38 was carrying a computer and smashing it on a male ghost's head, while typing away madly. The person being scolded was the guy who picked her up to the underworld.

Tsk tsk, look, a work accident!

Mingdai sipped her milk tea while eavesdropping and almost guessed what had happened.

She was bewitched by the newly appointed Black Impermanence!

Mingdai was crying while sucking almonds. She never expected that the saddest thing in her life would happen to her.

She died and the money was not spent yet!

Thinking about the long string of pennies in my account, I must make them get me back!

As I was listening, the young lady outside kept saying "there comes another ghost" without using a single swear word.

This time it was a cool guy with long legs and double doors.

After listening for a while with frowned brows, he glanced towards the conference room and saw Mingdai gnawing on a chicken leg and sipping Coke while watching a show, which gave him an even greater headache.

Finally, the three ghosts came in and Mingdai was full.

The three ghosts sat opposite Mingdai, and Mingdai was a little nervous.

"belch."

The three ghosts stood up and bowed deeply to Ming Dai: "I'm sorry!"

Ming Dai blinked and said, "No need to do that, just send me back."

The young man who had lured her here raised his head and looked at her crying: "You can't be sent back, your body has been cremated, wuwu!"

"What!"