"Is it decided, then?" "Mm." Guo Dong nodded, his fluffy hair swaying slightly with the motion. "Sign the contract." The other party handed over a pre-prepared document and, in a voice barely audible to anyone else, added, "Make sure to fill in the contact information. Cremation subsidies are provided after death..." Guo Dong's sharp ears caught it. His dark, clear eyes lit up instantly. "Cremation subsidies? How much?" The other party looked at him in surprise, their expression turning strange. "...Half a year's salary." Guo Dong beamed with joy on the spot. --- Walking down the snack street, Guo Dong turned left at the two-thirds mark, entered a narrow alley paved with mossy cobblestones, and came to a large, decayed iron door covered in rust. He opened the door and slipped inside to the grating sound that could make anyone's scalp tingle. Behind the door was an overgrown, poorly maintained yard. At the e
After retiring as the King of Ghost Kings, Guo Dong found a strange job: guarding a door in a peculiar underground warehouse. The job was odd, sure, but with a monthly salary of 50,000 yuan and even a cremation subsidy after death, Guo Dong took it without hesitation—for the sake of the limited-edition dolls he'd bought on installment plans lasting twenty years. On his first day at work, Guo Dong saw a group of people sneakily shove a legendary human-skin ghost through the door. That human-skin ghost seemed to be his former pet... On the second day, the same group came back, this time with a ghost king (who also happened to be his former subordinate). On the third day, Guo Dong realized that the door he was guarding seemed to be the enemy's prison. On the fourth day, his boss selected him to join a team to enter a dungeon and fight ghosts. Guo Dong: "...I refuse." Chen Ran: "I'll pay overtime." Guo Dong: "(☆_☆) If there’s overtime pay, I’ll