The man who sells pancakes downstairs in the company said that I am the descendant of some kind of gatekeeper, and that there are ancient ferocious beasts sealed underground. I thought he had dementia until he worked overtime until three in the morning and saw a faceless monster crawling out of the elevator.
The uncle whipped the monster into ashes with a bamboo scraper, then turned to me and said, "You have the blood of a gatekeeper. You can do this job from now on."
Me:? ? ?
Later I learned that there were nine layers of seals underneath this office building, suppressing countless demons and ghosts. And I, a social worker with a monthly salary of 6,000, have to take over the job of guarding this door.
What's even more confusing is that the first layer of seal has begun to loosen.
[Shuangwen] [Don't abuse the Lord]
