Qin Ye was completely stunned.

He looked at the registration desk that was long enough to seat well over a hundred Censors. And then he looked at the surrounding darkness around him, and his body trembled violently, “Is it too late to resign now?”

Boom!

Before he could even finish speaking, one of the trees nearby suddenly collapsed to the ground. Arthis waved her arm and revealed a splendid smile on her face, “What do you think?”

I guess… that’s not too possible right now…

“So… I’ll first have to find some trustworthy Yin spirits to act as the Death Inquisitor?” Qin Ye rubbed his chin as he gnashed his teeth.

Just then, a thumping sound resounded throughout lands.

“Oh, it seems that your very first clientele have just walked through the door.” Arthis exclaimed with delight and watched with interest as rows after rows of Yin spirits made their way through the boulevard towards the palace. 

What the hell… Qin Ye took a glance and immediately scrunched up his face. What kind of ghosts are these?!

Countless spots of netherfire floated out of the roiling Yin energy in the surroundings like fireflies in the night sky. Then, as soon as each spot of netherfire struck the ground, it immediately transformed into the figure of a startled soul.

It was completely different from what he had expected. Things were completely in disorder. There were at least a thousand Yin spirits, comprising both men and...