Lin Mo, who was unemployed after graduation, thought that inheriting the old house would be a windfall, but unexpectedly it was a reminder from the Lord of Hell.
The shadow in the mirror combing her hair in the middle of the night, the "neighbor" who always repeats her footsteps behind her, and the wardrobe door that opens automatically every midnight...
When life was forcibly invaded by these "uninvited guests", Lin Mo discovered that there were some advantages that he really couldn't take advantage of.
"I said, brothers and sisters, let's discuss it. Can I return this house? I will have to pay the property fees for three lifetimes!"
The only response to him was the sound of cold breathing getting closer and closer.
When others encounter a trick, they escape death, but when he encounters a trick, he is the main one who is outrageous.
"Back off, back off!" Lin Mo held up his slippers and faced the air, "Come here again and I will play "Good Luck Comes", specializing in treating all kinds of dissatisfaction!"
In this era of strange resurgence, no one can be immune. Lin Mo had goosebumps all over the floor, running wildly on the road of saving his life and complaining - after all, only by living can you be qualified to worry about whether to add intestines to the instant noodles tomorrow.
But when will these strange and haunting days end?
