To earn the exorbitant medical bills for my parents, I became a haunted-house sleep tester, spending the night in houses where people had died.
When other people encounter ghosts, they run for their lives, perform exorcisms, or scream for help.
When I encounter ghosts, I scan codes, challenge them to duels, and beg for follows, then sleep my way into winning over every kind of female ghost, goddess, and female exorcist...
A red-clad senior student comes to claim my life? I slap on Dior 999: “Sis, this shade makes your skin look brighter!”
A vengeful spirit calls to drag me to the underworld? I answer and start pitching: “Half off your second burial, and we’ll throw in property management for couples buried together!”
A centuries-old evil spirit wants to marry me? I whip out the Marriage Law on the spot: “Forced marriage is invalid, unless you’re a rich woman!”
By the time I’d turned haunted houses into my harem and made fierce ghosts into top supporters, the global paranormal community finally couldn’t sit still:
“Please stop coming! You’re scaring the ghosts so badly they’re about to cry!”
I look at the unclaimed rewards in my System and the line of beauties I’ve “persuaded” behind me, then grin at the camera:
“Folks, next stop: Fengmen Village. Send those rockets flying and watch me pull off the ultimate stunt on an ancient god!”
