When the APP with the will-o'-the-wisp icon popped up on Lin Mo's phone, he thought it was just a low-quality virus—until the takeaway truck on the third floor opposite clung to the wall like a gecko. The old man in a blue shirt poked his head out from the window sill and tapped the glass with his bleeding fingers: "Room 302 is for rent, do you want to sign?"
A poor boy whose rent has skyrocketed is forced to take this "part-time job in the underworld", only to find that what is written in the contract is not rent, but "three years of life to pay off the rent"; what the system mall sells is not home appliances, but death nails stained with incinerator residue; the so-called "tenant" is a talking black cat trapped in the closet, a female corpse rotting in the hole in the wall, and a hanged old man who comes every midnight to pay the "yin property fee".
"Ding! You have a new rental mission: deliver food to hungry people. Be careful not to be eaten."
"Ding! The Yin Qi value in Room 302 is insufficient, so we need to catch three wandering souls to increase our performance."
"Ding! It is detected that you are trying to leak secrets to a living person - triggering punishment: experience 'sleeping with corpses'."
Lin Mo held the brush dipped in the ink of the past life and looked at his signature on the contract, which was gradually turning blood red. He finally understood: this is not a leasing system, it is clearly a contract to drag a living person into hell. But when he discovered that the old man who hanged himself in Room 302 three years ago also had the same APP installed on his phone, a more terrifying truth surfaced——
What the system wants is never the rent, but the strings of souls it has trapped. And he was just the next lamb to be slaughtered.
Good-looking, love to watch [laughing evilly]