Foreword Contract System Shadow Difference

  Time has aged my words and face, fate has crushed my courage and eggs - the worst luck in history: Cui Ming

  Note: My name is Cui Ming, I am not a celebrity, so the above words are not famous quotes, therefore... quoting them is useless.

  Before the age of 27, I was called Zhuo Fan, growing up in the Ande Welfare Institute, as a progressive and excellent young scholar, admitted to the best university in Xiangyang Province, together with Zhou Mo, known as "Divine Couple".

  Nature, Zhou Mo is recognized as a goddess is "god", I am publicly known as a loser is "loser".

  Time is jealous, and in the blink of an eye, four years have passed.

  For four years, I have been baptized by the eyes of men's envy, jealousy and hatred.

  A closed campus, obscured my worldview, indulged in martial arts that surpassed the world, wielding a sword in the Jianghu, son of heaven, heroic beauty... but none of it happened after I set foot in the Jianghu.

  I'd rather die than yield, with a 45.6-degree tilt of my head and a sideways glance, (this is the most handsome angle I've concluded after repeated practice in front of the mirror), despising society, and taking on life alone.

  I charged forward with lightning speed, but who would have thought that a few seconds later, the dark screen lit up again, and there I was in the corner: gritting my teeth, clutching my chest, huddled in the corner, shivering with fear, clothes tattered, tears streaming down my face.

  At that moment, I was ravaged by life.

  I thought my swordsmanship was really strong, but I didn't know that society's guns were even stronger.

  Because my silhouette is not a background, I can't afford bulletproof vest for life!

  Looking back, I thought my five senses were handsome and my abdominal muscles were prominent, but they were useless. Facing Zhou Mo's father, the financial giant Zhou Cheng's provocation, I lost love and myself in a year's bet.

  So I, without any creative spirit, copied many losers' standard moves after a breakup: suicide.

  The difference is —— I paid out a lot of practice.

  Standing on the edge of Yishan Cliff, I took a leap and paid tribute to love! Although Tieyi said later that my pose at the time was called: upside-down scallion!

  But it was also this jump that I plunged headlong into another stage of life.

  I am no longer an orphan, I have found my roots and become Cui Ming. My ancestor is actually the first of the four great judges in the underworld, Cui Jue, who is renowned both inside and outside the underworld. Not only do I finally have a backer, but also a background.

  It's possible... and thus began the bitter fate...

  The ancestor Cui Ke, whose reputation far exceeds the rumors; The father Cui Mubai, with white temples and a body suffering from the pain of gnawing bones; The icy and handsome but cold Shadow Guard Tie Yi; Li Zhen, the Taoist priest from Maoshan, known for his exceptional culinary and martial arts skills, with a sloppy temperament; Xu Bo, the heavenly devil, who has been sleeping for a long time, with a pure white body and no pupils, holding a black paper umbrella... The curtain slowly opens.

  I almost slept to death, a trip to the underworld to meet my ancestors, life and death are unpredictable, Ox-Headed Horse-Faced, Meng Po's old woman, Yellow Spring's ferry, Naihe Blood Dragon, Youming's ghostly creatures, Naihe's poor devils, Gate-crushing Headless Ghost King... almost scared me from human to dog, from dog back to non-human.

  Because of suicide, I became the destined hero of the Cui family.

  Accidentally igniting the blood of Xuanwu, I learned about my life's secret news. The prosperous Tang Dynasty's "Tu Bei Tu" sent me on a thorny road to the ceremony of opening the heavenly ritual.

  So, I employed the ancestral teachings, summarizing the twelve true words of the fierce wife street fight: carrying, pulling, twisting, pinching, tearing, pulling, slapping, hugging, poking, dismantling, shaking and trembling. I wandered between yin and yang, befriended ghosts, and crawled on the great ghostly path with trembling hands and weak legs.

  Of course, in the underworld, I also experienced my first glory since leaving An De and living alone:

  ... (This requires lighting, sound effects, special effects, monologue and video playback).

  In the gaze of ten thousand ghosts, I smiled and nodded, following my ancestors, the first of the four great judges of the underworld, Cui Jue's footsteps, with a white flower on my chest, holding a mourning staff, dignified and majestic, entering the largest hall in the underworld.

  I turned my face 45.6 degrees, revealing my most beautiful angle, smiled without showing my teeth, and nodded slightly to the crowd of ghosts.

  I took over that bunch of wet white paper flowers sprayed with horse saliva, accompanied by the slow playing of "Requiem", silently placed my right hand on my chest, slowly lowered my head in dark and solemn attire, trying to squeeze out a mournful expression, looking excited yet dignified, with a hint of freshness amidst sorrow.

  This is not a memorial service for anyone, but an inauguration ceremony for me to become a yin-yang official.

  This is my monodrama, and I am the male lead written by myself!

  Looking at the ghosts below, who are listening attentively and taking notes, Huang Quan, Nie He Xue Jiao, You Ming Xi Zhen, Nie He Qiong Qi, Hei Bai Wu Chang, Niu Tou Ma Mian, Yin Cao Gui Cha, Meng Po Gui Pu and many others I have seen or not seen before, some looking like humans and others not, who came especially for this occasion or just happened to be passing by, I am overcome with emotion...

  "Now swear an oath!" The ancestors' loud voices echoed in the desolate ancestral hall, the lingering sound swirling around the beams.

  In an instant, all the ghosts stood up, baring their teeth and looking serious and solemn.

  Accompanied by the mournful melody, in the swirling smoke of incense, I followed the ancestors' rhythmic voice and recited the Ghostly Oath word by word.

  "As a proud ghost, I am honored to be a ghost. Duang! Duang! I voluntarily joined the underworld government and became a good servant for the benefit of ghosts. When encountering evil spirits, I will drive them out with flying fists; when seeing wronged spirits, I will help them. I will stay away from greed, anger, and foolishness, and eradicate the habits of taking bribes and smoking. I will remember my mission as a ghost, cherish the teachings of our leaders, be cautious and prudent, and shout out against injustice when necessary, taking action when needed."

  This magnificent oath, echoing in the desolate ghostly mansion, carved into my life and memory, every time I think of it, I am excited like a lovesick maiden, like a triumphant hero.

  The space was filled with the sound of firecrackers exploding, crackling and popping. Everywhere incense was burning and money was being spent, oxen were being slaughtered and sheep were being butchered, ten thousand ghosts were howling, the atmosphere was fiery and intense.

  Ending the joyful oath-taking ceremony with a sorrowful expression, I held white paper flowers in my hands and wore white clothes and black mourning attire, receiving blessings from Ox-Head and Horse-Face, Yanluo Wang, Meng Po, and the small ghosts who were grinding oil. The eerie and terrifying hugs made me tremble, the long-unwashed breath like the smell of sweaty feet made me vomit, and due to the prolonged suffocation, I felt that I was more like an ox than Ox-Head.

  The solemn and noisy oath-taking ceremony finally came to an end amidst the numerous "Ghost Wails", and arrived at the last procedure of the "Ghost Contract".

  I received a "Ghost Errand Contract" printed on five-color paper from my ancestors. Facing the soft and fluttering, colorful contract book, I read it with difficulty, unable to recite it smoothly. Looking at it carefully, there were countless typos, misprinted characters, corrections, and deletions throughout.

  I was extremely anxious and finally found the contract for the ghostly errand rights, but it only said: On the first day of each month, 10,000 hell notes will be issued, and there is nothing else.

  Next to it, the contract-based ghostly duty office was densely packed with tiny characters.

  I sweated profusely as I looked at my ancestors smiling and nodding, following the direction of their fingers, I signed my name in the blank space next to "Yang Shi Yin Cha" on the pre-life contract, which would become official after death.

  Those twisted and distorted characters, due to excessive excitement, added a sense of depth and solemnity to this light and simple ceremony.

  In the midst of eerie laughter, in the midst of grinning faces, before embarking on a family mission, under the loving gaze of ancestors, I became an honorable contract ghost agent.

  I enjoy the monthly on-time payment of hellish coin subsidies, working hard to fulfill my glorious duty as a ghost servant in the main task of lifting the curse of ten thousand souls, until I die and become a regular member of the underworld bureaucracy.

  At this moment, I am filled with emotions. At this moment, I am overjoyed. My dream of becoming a civil servant has finally come true in the underworld. All I want to do is cry and comfort my shattered heart!

  In the past, I was an unknown graduate from a famous university. Now, I am Cui Ming, the descendant of the infamous Judge of the Three Realms who can summon death. Between the world of light and darkness, please allow me to burst into loud laughter at this moment, for my heart is racing with excitement that cannot be suppressed.

  I put my hands on my hips, stand on tiptoes, shake my head, and face a stick of incense, feeling like an official, indeed a grassroots cadre's demeanor.

  Staring at the iron wire of the ghost rice, I held in my hand the first salary after becoming a yincha. In that envelope with "new water" and the wrong character for salary, I took out a thick stack of hell money, which instantly made me an enviable millionaire.

  As I recalled this thing, I was infected with the emotional mood of having no use after returning to the world of the living. I started crying tears of sorrow, gradually developing into loud wailing, looking at the ghosts in front of me who were smiling but not really smiling, nodding and encouraging me, my heart felt like it was being cut by a knife.

  That scene was too brutal, I didn't dare to look, even the Ox-Head and Horse-Face were crying miserably, jumping around wildly, no one could hold them back! It seemed like they both got mad cow disease or something. Don't ask me why I'm so sad, because I definitely won't tell you how tense I am!

  In the underworld, I, Li Xiaogang, a second-generation rich ghost, made a bold move and showed off his skills, revealing his sharp edge.

  In the underworld, I comforted Coal Boss Hu Lu and revealed his ideological education talent, without shedding blood.

  In the underworld, I drank down the Blood River Elixir

  In the underworld, I ignited the Devouring Nether Hand.

  In the underworld, I learned how to read souls.

  In the underworld... Actually, I don't want to be in the underworld...

  Finally, I passed through the dog hole that Tang Wang Fan Yang crawled over in front of Guimen Pass, and started a magnificent and adventurous journey between the world of the living and the dead.

  From then on, every time I closed my eyes, I would see the sixty-four places of smoke and dust, the seventy-two bandits who died miserably, the thousands and tens of thousands of vengeful spirits rushing towards me with ferocious faces, shaking intestines, stupid expressions, spraying saliva, and splashing blood. From those hungry expressions, from those falling limbs, from that sweaty ghostly aura, I wailed like a helpless child.

  That painting of the Ghost Mountains and Dead Sea makes me feel like a roasted suckling pig, drooling with desire. Watching this group of starving "diners" rushing around frantically, I don't feel pleasure but rather a desperate and chaotic sprint for life.

  Until the body and consciousness are slowly torn apart, until running to waist acid back pain leg cramps, finally desperately lying in the endless corpse, hands covering chest, tightly biting mouth lips, pitifully sobbing. In front of eyes is a piece of crimson color, watching oneself turn into dry bones, weathering into sand...

  In the dark of night, under the lamp light, my shadow is stretched out. I like sunshine, but I have to walk in darkness. I am an ordinary person, originally yearning for just a ordinary path. But simple desires cannot escape the shackles of fate. In the mortal world, I am a yin messenger, my name is Cui Ming. If you still remember that sunny Zhuo Fan, then please forget him. Gather your emotions and join me on this journey of yang world yin messenger.

  There is a way where vengeful spirits gather on the thorny road, and the yin messenger holds the pen to dispel the curse. Strange rumors and strange talks encounter deceitful things, writing brush strokes to record stories.

  Throughout his life, he wandered and drifted about.

  The road ahead is full of thorns

  Evil spirits and demons spread all over the land.

  This time, I will move forward without regret.

  This time, I am redeemed for my fate.

  I am Yin Cha, I am in Yang Shi, I am Cui Ming! At this moment, the blood of Xuanwu has been ignited, and I have set foot on the path of redemption.