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I died, but I don't know how. Hell couldn't check my life and death book, so I couldn't enter the cycle of reincarnation. There was no one to offer me sacrifices, so I had no money and no power, and I nearly starved to death on the streets. It was said that if I worked in hell, I could be reincarnated if I had accumulated a lot of moral virtues. So I became a worker in hell, and I worked diligently and seriously every day, but there was always a little ghost who would come to pick a fight with me. But there was always a little ghost who would pick a fight with me. I started to work...