As soon as Qian Lai closed his eyes, he was sent to five hundred years ago. He was so poor that he had nothing to lose, but the person who killed him became the prince of Beijing.
My destiny is up to me, not to God.
The salary is three thousand, just three thousand.
With the money, I can only start my old business, live broadcast fortune telling.
With cinnabar as the boundary, leading to the underworld, the evil ghost blind box was opened directly in the live broadcast room.
I finally received a small amount of money from my eldest brother's gift, but it all disappeared without a trace.
After getting off the live broadcast, I had nowhere to go, so I checked into a haunted house at a bargain price, only to encounter an evil ghost seeking my life as soon as I arrived.
Evil Ghost: Greedy by nature, I hate humans the most in my life!
Qian Lai: I am not a human being.
Evil Ghost:?
Qian Lai: I am a ghost like you, but I am a poor ghost who can breathe and have body temperature.
