When the red truck of death brought me to another world at an impossible angle, I, Lin Yu, a world-class haunted-house designer, became one of the “Chosen” who fight the supernatural.
Everyone told me to fear the spirits, because one mistake meant my soul would be scattered to the winds.
They said evil ghosts were horrors beyond comprehension.
Until one day, a hanging ghost in my rental apartment wailed at the top of her lungs, keeping me from sleeping.
I’d had enough. I yanked her down from the rafters, tied her up tight, and even gave her a couple of lashes to help us communicate.
Ding! Extreme fear detected in target. Fear Exchange System activated. The System notification that rang in my mind opened the door to a whole new world.
I suddenly realized the ghosts in this world were shockingly bad at their jobs!
From then on, the rules were turned upside down.
When a disheveled vengeful spirit lunged at me, I smacked her hard and said with heartfelt dismay, “You came out at the wrong time, and your breath stinks. That’s so unprofessional!”
When a bloodied nurse tried to seduce me, all I cared about was whether she’d interfere with my clearing the stage. I also slapped her face until it was as imposing as her chest.
Blood-soaked hospitals, eerie old houses, ghost cities shrouded in mist...
To everyone else, they’re deadly places where survival is all but impossible. To me, they’re perfect spots to “boost revenue” and offer some professional guidance.
My name is Lin Yu, a man who makes even ghosts want to call the cops.
Shh, don’t make a sound. Hear that ghost crying in the distance? I probably hurt his pride when I criticized his scare tactics for lacking any build-up.
Honestly, ghosts these days have no backbone.
