On the first day I rented the haunted house, my neighbor knocked on the door and handed over a bag of ghost coins: "Little brother, I paid the rent for you in the earthly world, but... What do you pay for it in the underworld?"
I looked down at the black gold real estate certificate that appeared out of thin air in my hand. The name column was clearly engraved with "Feng Linyuan·Shenghun Owner". The doors of the entire building opened at the same time, and behind each door stood pale-faced residents, all bowing to me: "I've met the new administrator."
No one knows that I was born with yin and yang eyes, and I can see the blood-red countdown floating on the heads of these ghosts - including the neighbor who calls himself the Ghost King, and the number on his head is only three days. The property manager sent the first task: [Please collect property fees before the owner dies, otherwise a similar person will be sacrificed at random]. I raised my head to meet my neighbor's smiling gaze, silently tore off a piece of homework paper, wrote a reminder note and stuffed it into the crack of his door.
That night, the Ghost King knocked on my door, his face even uglier than mine: "Who are you? Why are the notes you wrote... Even the Book of Life and Death of the Ten Palaces of Yama being updated at the same time?"
