Brother, I Discovered That Ghost Stories Can Be Sold for Money.

[Containment, urban ghost stories, daily life, black humor] Traveling to a world where ghost stories exist, Lin Xing inherited a studio that was on the verge of bankruptcy. In order not to live on the street and be told by ghosts, I eat extra food in my dreams. Lin Xing had to find a way to operate his only industry. If the situation goes down, it must be easily reversed so that the studio will not be reduced to bankruptcy. Fortunately, Lin Xing happened to have the gift of being able to communicate with ghost stories, and he happened to be able to make props from the ghost stories he contained. So... That's right, why can't we just sell the ghost stories for money? "Like shadows peeking invisibly?" "Okay, we can make it into a camera hanging picture and sell it to customers in need." "A room that you can't leave without telling the truth?" "Okay, sell it to couples who are having conflicts." "The mirror will only reflect the most handsome person in the range..." "Here I go, who hung my photo here?" … As all the weird paintings with strange effects are sold, the legend of the strange studio becomes more and more widespread. Until... "Wait a minute, comrade police, please listen to my explanation. I just sell paintings. I really don't know the master of weird stories!"