The Black-robed Man carefully tucked the cigarette into his jacket and chuckled softly.
"Little brother, looks like you really are a newbie. You don't know anything, do you?
Fine, I don't have much going on today, so I'll fill you in.
This realm of ours is called Limbo, and it's specifically for guarding the wandering ghosts and stray spirits whose families ignore them after they die. We call them undocumented residents.
Coffins are their homes after death, and Underworld Banknotes are our circulating currency.
Yet these wandering ghosts don't even have coffins, let alone anyone burning money for them.
So if they want to survive, if they want to eat, they have to work.
Only by earning enough money can they reincarnate.
Naturally, anyone who comes to Limbo has to work for at least 50 years just to scrape together enough for the travel expenses of reincarnation."
Hearing that it took 50 years just to be able to reincarnate, Si Ren looked somewhat surprised.
"Why does it take so long? Is it because reincarnation requires too many Underworld Banknotes?"
The Black-robed Man let out a cackling laugh.
"Food and lodging in Limbo cost money. Our boss is kind-hearted and feels sorry for them, so he gives them a chance at reincarnation, but they have to put in the labor.
To put it bluntly, this place is a mine. No matter how formidable you were when you were alive, once you get here, you have no choice but to quietly go dig in the mines.
Twenty hours of work a day, no holidays.
Even s…
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