In my third year of living the high life in the Underworld, my ex-husband suddenly developed a passion for courting death.
To save him, I called in every favor I had, spent fortune after fortune, and kowtowed to King Yan until my head nearly fell off.
After a few months of this, I went from the richest soul in the Underworld to a homeless drifter.
Not only was I penniless, I also owed the Heaven and Earth Bank a massive loan.
King Yan had no idea what to do with me. After brooding over it for ages, he finally made a grand stroke of his brush:
“Permission granted for you to return to the mortal world for one day. Go collect money from the living to repay your debt.”