Live Fortune Telling: Make the Bed in the Haunted House at the Beginning

My name is Chen Ye. I have worked as a funeral director and collected urns, until I inherited the haunted house left by my grandfather - three tenants died in this place in the past three years, and the last one even hung a red rope on the beam in the bedroom. In order to collect rent and broadcast live, I made the bed. As soon as I put my fingertips on the mat, I heard the sound of books being turned over my head, but the ceiling was empty. The barrage scolded me for pretending, so I lied about "pipeline resonance", but my hand tightened on the heavenly compass in my pocket - the pointer was pointing crazily at the bottom of the bed, where half a piece of yellow paper with the Nanyang descending talisman was hidden. What's even more weird is that every time I make a bed, I receive multiple anonymous rewards in the background. The postscripts are all like "Don't make the bed with your left hand" and "Paste cinnabar on the window cracks." It's like someone is watching my every move. Until Shen Xingman from the ninth game came to the door and showed my grandfather's files from back then: Under this bed, the soul-soaking wood of Tianji Pavilion was buried.