You Told Me to Sleep in a Haunted House, So Why Did I Eat All the Female Ghosts?

“Dalong Real Estate is offering a huge reward! Spend one night in the ultimate haunted house and win a million!”

Tang Yuan, a top-tier corporate drone, signed up timidly, relying on his max-level mutated zombie constitution.

Everyone thought the fearless poor kid wouldn't make it through the night. Even Uncle Jiu had burned joss paper for him outside the door.

But when the doors opened the next morning, Tang Yuan was elegantly wiping ghost energy from the corner of his mouth. He complained with regret, “Next time, could you find a house with more ghosts? I didn't even get full.”

Other people clear haunted houses with talismans and rituals. Tang Yuan clears them with his mouth, eating them clean out of existence!

A Western vampire count comes calling? Sorry, he'll squeeze him into a blood-building tonic.

And what does he do with his occasional long weekends?

Tang Yuan says that as a patriotic old zombie from the Ming Dynasty, his only weekend pastime is digging up the tombs of Qing emperors from every generation and turning them into an all-you-can-eat buffet.