Song Lei had been living his life in poverty and taking care of his younger sister until that day. After losing his life at the hands of his drug-addict father, Song Lei was transmigrated into the city of horrors. In the city of horrors where an uncountable amount of monsters and ghosts reside; Song Lei has to use his wits to survive and find a way to go back to his sister... "Are those authentic ghost repelling talismans on the wall?" "Yes. Yes, they are." "So? Why is there a ghost standing right next to it? Do you think he is being repelled?" "Nope. Not even a little bit. Oh look, he's coming toward us." "Well, that can't be good..."
"That bastard locked me in this dream space... Anyways, because I'm a ghost, the only thing I have with me is my soul. That being the case, I don't need any help with controlling my soul anymore."
"Oh..." Song Lei quickly understood.
"That's enough talk about me. It's your turn now," Aston said. "What's your real name?"
"I'm Song Lei."
"Chinese, I assume?" Aston said. Seeing Song Lei nod, he smiled. "What did you do while you were still alive? Were you a martial artist of some kind? I've always heard stuff about Chinese martial artists but never had the chance to confirm them myself."
"Huh. Well, not really. I was just an ordinary construction worker," Song Lei said.
"I see, I see. Then I presume that you must've gotten your hands on some pretty cool skill upon your arrival in the New World," Aston guessed. "I've seen some humans and they all had gained some sort of skill after getting pulled into the New World."