Don't Mess with My Martial Arts School, All the Employees Have Died Before?

In Year 216 of the High Martial Era, on the fifteenth day of the seventh month, the gates of the underworld opened.

Qin Tian squatted outside his family’s martial arts school, staring at the bright red character for “Demolish” painted on the wall, lost in deep philosophical thought.

“Before I die, should I pay off my Huabei balance first?”

Behind him, the martial arts school’s rickety wooden door creaked in the wind.

Three of the four characters on the sign, “Qin Family Martial Arts School,” had fallen off. Only the lone character “Qin” remained, hanging there like a portrait of someone who had died with regrets.

“Brother Tian!”

The head of his childhood friend, the chubby Zhang Yuan, poked over the wall. His face was full of sympathy.

“The bank says if you can’t repay the loan today, this property is theirs.”

Qin Tian didn’t turn around. He let out a gloomy sigh. “Tell me, if I hang myself here, will it count as a haunted house? Could that lower the property value?”

“Forget it!”

The chubby guy analyzed the situation seriously. “With your F-grade martial talent, even a noose couldn’t strangle you.”

Qin Tian fell silent.

Because the jerk was right.