"It's me."
Faced with the inquiry of the third-generation old man, the six Overlords of the Dead Realm in the sky nodded in unison, as if they were one person, and then bowed slightly toward the third-generation director, speaking in a nearly impassive tone:
"I didn't expect after so long, you could still remember me."
"What's so hard about remembering you?"
The third-generation old man rolled his eyes at these words.
"I just died, I didn't get senile... Speaking of which, didn't you jump off a cliff? How come you're back now, and turned from one into six?"
"That's something I have to thank you for."
With a blank expression, the carver holding a small knife answered:
"Back then, out of respect for the First Deceased, you didn't kill me but placed a restriction on my soul, preventing me from stepping into the living world ever again. I could only stay in this boring world, serving you humans forever.
