I was deceived into a remote mountainous area and took over a convenience store that was on the verge of bankruptcy. The first customer was a female ghost who floated in without legs. She asked timidly: "Do you have freshly squeezed sesame oil?" The second customer was a zombie who came to return or exchange goods, saying that the preservatives he bought last time had expired. I managed it cautiously for a month and found that although these monster neighbors were strange in appearance, they were much more reasonable than the people in the city. Until one night, a group of Taoist priests rushed in and shouted: "Monster, let go of that store!" I picked up a broom and stood in front of the counter: "Get out, they haven't paid off the membership fee they owe me!"
