My name is Chen Yang, and I'm a programmer.
After my pay was cut, I moved into a haunted house that cost 900 yuan a month. On the first night, bloody words appeared on the mirror: "I died so horribly, "
I said, "You spelled 'horribly' wrong."
From then on, the thousand-year-old female ghost in the house wouldn't leave me alone.
She said my yang energy was strong enough to let her maintain a human form. To stay, she started mopping the floor, stealing my takeout, and waking me up in the middle of the night to kill cockroaches.
I thought having a ghost roommate was the peak of life's absurdity.
Then a nine-tailed fox moved in next door, knocked on my door with a bowl of soup, and called me "Brother Chen Yang."
She said she needed my yang energy too, because her grandma told her that if she couldn't get any, she'd have to go back to the mountains and live as a wild fox.
Now a thousand-year-old evil spirit and a nine-tailed fox put on a daily battle royale in my home.
They fight over my Wi-Fi, hijack my takeout orders, and use my shopping cart to delete each other's items.
And all I ask is
"You two can fight, but pay your share of the maintenance fees for this month first."
[Also known as: My Roommates Are All Definitely Not Human]
