Haunted House Landlord: My Tenant Is a Zombie

I only buy houses where someone has died. All my tenants are historical figures who are dead.

I buy haunted houses cheap, hire living people as bait, and wait for the dead owner to show up. They burrow in through the back, overlap with my chest, and merge with me. The temperature of their iron armor syncs with my heartbeat. Their battle lust and killing intent become mine. I can't tell who's laughing anymore.

The first one was the man who emerged from Maicheng.

I faked his death and tricked him into lowering his guard. When the Azure Dragon Blade swung, pleasure exploded through my spine. Every month, on the seventh, he remembers his regret and comes to open the door. His combat power runs wild, and I never back out.

The Martial Saint is tamed, enemy generals are next, and the white-clad female ghost is waiting for me in the Republic of China era.

When all nine return to their places, the corpse-transcending immortal will appear. They say that's ascension. To me, it looks like a cage.

Then I met that young man with a glowing right shoulder. My first attempt to possess him failed. He can't be controlled?

Fear. Greed. Addiction.

He became the one variable I could never control.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.