Chapter 1 — Underworld Has Bluetooth Signal

The other demons received paper money and joss paper, but what I received was a paper Gatling gun. It's also pink, with a Hello Kitty sticker on the barrel. My father stood in front of the grave and muttered:

“Cowardly girl, don't get bullied down here, take this for protection.”

I was in the underworld carrying a Gatling gun, and when the surrounding demons saw it, they all had to take a detour. While being majestic, I suddenly heard my mother above scolding my father.

"Damn old man! Burning guns without burning bullets, are you going to let your daughter hit people with the butt of the gun?"

Right after that, a pile of paper bullet boxes appeared in the fire basin, and there was also a paper bodyguard. That bodyguard looked exactly like my father when he was young, with a fierce face. I held that pink Gatling gun, looking at the paper man that looked strangely like my father. Even though the two worlds are separate from yin and yang, he still thinks of every way to protect us completely. It's just this aesthetic that really needs further improvement. 1. My name is Lam Dien. I died in an accident and was twenty years old. When I first came to the underworld to report my name, I was a standard "new ghost". The soul is semi-transparent, swaying when the wind blows, looking even more fragile than a dandelion. This underworld is much more primitive than we think, following a set of bare jungle rules. I just received the first batch of paper money my mother burned for me, and before I could even warm it in my hand, it was stolen by a half-armed devil. He opened his mouth, revealing his yellow teeth, and blew a stream of negative energy into my face, so cold that my soul almost melted.

"You just arrived? Do you understand the rules? This is called a filial fee."

I hugged my arms and huddled under Nai Ha bridge, both cold and scared. Around them, ghosts passed back and forth, most of them had fierce faces, and their eyes carried a numb and greedy look. Occasionally there are a few new ghosts like me, also scared, hiding in the corner and trembling. When I was alive, I was already a coward and had to cover my eyes when watching horror movies. Now he directly becomes the main character in a horror movie, and it's the most tragic type. We begin to miss our parents very much. I remember the braised pork ribs my mother made, and my father's quiet appearance but always giving me a pre-peeled apple. Just when I was so desperate that I was about to cry, a hot stream of warmth suddenly appeared, enveloping me. I know, it's my parents who burned things for me. Usually it will be some joss paper money, or paper models of the snacks we liked when we were alive. These things can turn into karma, making our soul a little stronger. But this time, what fell in front of me left me completely stunned. It's a paper Gatling machine gun. More than a meter long, six gun barrels, the whole body is painted deadly Barbie pink, and on the gun barrel is a crooked Hello Kitty sticker. Even a ghost like me was stunned. Right after that, my father's indistinct mutters drifted down through the incense smoke:

"Dien Dien, my daughter is cowardly, I'm afraid you'll be bullied down there. I'll burn something powerful for you, keep it for yourself, see who dares to tease you again."

I hugged this pink beast, half laughing and crying. Dad, I'm really cowardly, but I don't want to fight World War III! Just as I was dumbfounded looking at this, the armless demon who had stolen my money before swayed towards me. He saw the Gatling gun in his lap I was first stunned, then burst out laughing:

“Oh, a new game? Kid, do you think this is a toy game?”

He reached out and tried to steal my Gatling gun. I was scared by him and trembled, unconsciously clutching the gun, my finger frantically pressing the trigger. At that time I thought, at most this thing made of paper could only scare ghosts. But a second later, the gun barrel actually began to rotate, making a dull "click click" sound. Although there was no fire, a powerful negative energy shock wave erupted. The armless demon was hit directly by this force, screamed miserably, and flew out like a torn sack. His soul became more transparent than mine, looking like it was about to disappear. He crawled and ran away. The demons watching the excitement around him also took a few steps back in fear, their eyes looking at me filled with panic. I lowered my head to look at the pink lethal weapon in my arms, feeling for the first time what is called a "sense of security" in the underworld. Just as I puffed my chest out and felt like I could pass by this place, my mother's angry scolding voice drifted down through the blue smoke:

"Lin Kien Quoc, you damn old man! You light the gun without giving me bullets, do you want our daughter to swing the butt of the gun and beat the devil?!"

There was a thud in my heart. That's right, where are the bullets? I lowered my head to look, underneath the Gatling gun was empty, there was no bullet belt at all. The release just now is probably the experience package that comes with it when shipped. The armless demon, who had just run away, seemed to have heard it too. He stopped walking and turned his head to look at me with resentment, a ferocious smile on his face. My life is over.