“Your hands are stained with the blood of a million innocents. So tell me, my little ghost king, why do you weep so mournfully?”
Surely there was nothing that the young, powerful heir of the Jiangnan Temple, Gu Yuze said or did in his tragically short life that would warrant him to transmigrated into the body of the ghost king that he just defeated.
Just what is the difference between this body and hell?
The ghost king was penniless, has a lover that Gu Yuze could swear on the last 24 dollars in his account was scamming him, has no friends, a terrible reputation, a wrecked cultivation base, a sinister seal that he could not make heads or tails off and may he repeat again, was penniless.
Now he has to leave in this body without any information where every step feel like a death trap and every day brings more questions.
Who is this Gu Yuze? Who sealed such a young disciple? What kind of karma has he sown? And what made someone as inconsequential as this person to become the most powerful ghost king in ten thousand years.
So many questions, so little time. It would not do for him to get distracted by that annoying, frozen-cucumber, handsome, pain-in-his-behind, can-do-no-wrong, Shixiong, Han Ji.
It is up to Gu Yuze to decide. Is mere curiosity enough, or would he attempt to change fate?