After inheriting my grandfather's junkyard, I thought my life would be to collect scraps.
It wasn't until a "Yin Deed" from the underworld was thrown in my face that I realized that the "rags" I had received contained something - a hundred-year-old haunted house, a living ghost house, an office in the underworld... All of which were SSR-level hard currency that could be exchanged for a century-old sinister virtue!
From then on, I became the only special commissioner of the underworld in the world of the underworld and the CEO of the Underworld Management Bureau.
The rich mock me for being poor? I asked the eighteen generations of your ancestors to line up to entrust their dreams and teach you how to behave! The Feng Shui master scolded me for bad rules? I made a phone call to the underworld to seize his ancestral grave! Developers forced to demolish Yizhuang? I made eight hundred souls perform a disco on the spot, and he was so frightened that he knelt down and called me daddy!
The "Yin Contract" in the left hand controls life and death, and the mobile phone in the right hand collects ghost coins. Black and white is my little brother, even the City God judge will hand me a cigarette when he sees me.
Who said collecting rags has no future? I hold the Yin Deed in my hand and command millions of ghosts and gods. The entire underworld is my industrial chain!
