[Strange stories about rules + folklore suspense + live broadcast interaction + game of human nature] I, Lin Mozhu, the materialistic shroud shop owner, live-streamed the goods and turned the customer base into the underworld. The paper man needs eyes, the shroud needs to be embroidered with curses, and the audience's comments are all strange demands. After being forced to open for business, I discovered that the shabby shop passed down by my family was actually a Yin-Yang Station connecting the three realms! The female ghost in red pushes for orders every night just to tell me a secret: I was her widow in my previous life. When the truth about the family annihilation, the rules of the inn, and the debts from the previous life came together, I picked up the mahogany ax and sneered at the live broadcast room: "You can bring the goods, but first let's talk about how my grandfather died."
Big cheers for the author
A good book delayed by its title