On his twenty-fourth birthday, Su Baishu inherited the old house left by his grandmother, and he also came with a strange rule:
"Take good care of the old things in the house and get rid of their 'regrets'."
I thought it was a leisurely job as a warehouse manager, but I didn't expect to be a mediator of the underworld 24 hours a day, 7 days a week.
A wedding dress that has forgotten to embroider the last stitch will always sigh quietly at midnight.
A pen with a broken nib, persistently trying to write down unfinished love on the manuscript paper.
A rusty old lock guards a secret that can no longer wait for its owner.
These "mourning things" hidden with obsessions drag Su Baishu into dusty, bizarre old dreams.
In order to let these "old antiques" rest in peace, Su Baishu was forced to light up the skill points of detectives, psychologists, historians and even negotiators.
But why was the man next door, who lived in seclusion and always brought a black umbrella with him when he went out, looking at her more and more strangely?
Ji Changfeng: "The aura on your body... Is very special."
Su Baishu: "Thank you for the invitation. I just finished mediating a divorce lawsuit between a century-old ghost couple. The yin energy is a bit heavy. I just need to wash my hair."
#This session of ghosts is really difficult to lead#
#In our line of work, sooner or later we will become a living Bodhisattva#
