I was forced to drop out of school due to online loans, my sister was harassed, and I was desperate.
Someone offered a reward of 50,000 yuan: sleep in the haunted house where the deceased cut his wrists for a night.
Are poor people afraid of evil spirits? I answered.
That night, I slept on the bed where the deceased had laid, and the blood was still wet under the sheets.
At three o'clock in the morning, there was a figure in the mirror, red liquid flowed from the faucet, and the sound of nails scratching the floor came from under the bed.
I used Taoist techniques passed down from my ancestors to purify my house, suppress evil spirits, and liberate me. After dawn, I was safe and sound.
From then on, I became the only "haunted house sleep tester" on the entire Internet.
In six years, one hundred and thirty haunted houses were built from the county town to Hong Kong.
The old building where the baby cries, the bride crawling out of the mirror, the community above the mass grave, the century-old house where the ghost king is entrenched...
I used hundreds of Taoist techniques, spells, and rituals, and every game was a life-and-death contest.
I made thirteen million, paid off my debts, and returned home in rich clothes.
It wasn't until the last haunted house that I discovered:
The scariest thing in this world is never the ghost.
