In order to earn exorbitant medical expenses for my parents, I became a sleep tester in haunted houses, specializing in sleeping in houses where people had died.
Others bump into ghosts: run for your life, do what you do, cry for help.
I bump into ghosts: scan the QR code, PK, ask for attention - and by the way, I will sleep with all kinds of female ghosts, goddesses, female heavenly masters...
The senior in red is asking for her life? I applied Dior 999 to her with my backhand: "Sister, this color makes her look whiter!"
The phone calls to haunt the soul? I picked up and started selling: "The second hole is half price, and the couple will have to pay for the property management!"
A hundred-year-old ghost wants to pay homage to me? I took out the Marriage Law on the spot: "Arranged marriages are invalid unless you are a rich woman!"
Until I turned the haunted house into a harem and turned the evil ghost into the top lady on the list, the global supernatural circle finally couldn't sit still:
"Please don't come! If you scare ghosts again, they will cry because of you!"
I looked at the unfinished rewards in the system and the beauties behind me who were "convinced" by me, and grinned at the camera:
"Family, the next stop is Fengmen Village. When the rockets start shooting up, watch me give the Ancient God the ultimate ruthless job!"
