My mother said I was worthless and rented a house in a haunted house. I was the only living person in the whole building. Until I saw the beautiful landlady drawing talisman in the air on the balcony, and three thousand evil ghosts knelt down and proclaimed their submission.
From that day on, the "Tenant Rules" she casually threw to me became an ancient martial art. When the landlord was repairing the water pipes, a wisp of air leaked from his fingers, and the evil spirits in the whole building surrendered collectively.
But I just learned how to use a boxing set and kicked the martial arts master away.
