When I was five years old, I was hurriedly taken out of my ancestral home by my mother and never went back. Twenty years later, the lawyer's letter came - I inherited Qiyuntang. The second uncle told me three rules on the phone: don't use stairs, don't look out of the west window, and don't go into the east wing at midnight. I don't believe in evil, so I count the stairs. The next day, my sister died of sudden cardiac death. The second uncle said: First, the interest has been collected. This old house is eating people, and I am the sacrifice that the Lu family has raised for twenty years. Want to survive? Kill your own name first.
