Someone else inherits the family property: deposit for luxury house and sports car.
I inherited the family property: a clothing store that was about to close down, and a taboo manual filled with "Don't die well."
I originally wanted to sell the shop.
But the neighbors on this folk street told me that if the shop is empty for seven days, something will move in.
Okay, just make do.
Only after doing it did I know:
There is no normal person on this street.
The old man at the coffin shop next door doesn't use nails when making coffins.
The paper figurines made by the old lady at the opposite door will change positions on their own.
The proprietress of the shroud shop was laughing when she was taking the measurements of the deceased.
And the most abnormal thing is probably me - the ghosts saw me walking around and said that I had "yang energy in my nose".
Oh, by the way, a grudge came to make trouble yesterday, and I cried over the price.
[Folklore suspense + crazy literature + unit story]
Easy to relieve stress, Chinese horror, just laugh and laugh.
