Ji You inherited his family's cleaning company that was about to close down, as well as an ancestral bronze feather duster.
I thought I would live a simple life of sweeping dust and cleaning windows from now on, but I didn't expect that my first order of business was to do deep cleaning of a "haunted house".
Customer: "Master, this house is haunted!"
Ji You waved the feather duster: "Don't make trouble, you are not allowed to become a spirit after the founding of the People's Republic of China. This is physical transcendence."
Customer: "Master, there are rice dumplings in this ancient tomb!"
Ji You used the duster and said, "Don't worry, I'll give this thousand-year-old senior physical cooling first, and do a full-body SPA at the same time."
Others narrowly escaped death by going to the tomb with a Luoyang shovel and a black donkey's hooves.
Ji You's way down to the tomb is all about talking and using feather dusters.
Thousand-year Zombie King? I'll wipe away the corpse energy and send you to reincarnation.
Haunted by evil spirits? Dust off all the resentment and let me tell you the truth.
His peers were frantically testing on the verge of danger, while Ji You was live-streaming the goods in the ancient tomb.
"My family, who knows? The Qin Dynasty figure that was just unearthed is in good condition, but it's a little faded."
"This Han Dynasty earthen jar is good, but the owner has a bad temper. I just finished educating him."
Until one day, a man who claimed to be the consultant of the archaeological team came to her door and asked her seriously to perform "environmental purification treatment" on a newly excavated ancient tomb.
Ji You fell into deep thought as he looked at the looming golden light of merit behind him and his overly handsome face.
"Handsome guy, do you want more money?"
Man: "... Can I pledge myself to you?"
