[Try to sleep in a haunted house for 10,000 yuan a night. The moment I walked in, the ghosts in the whole building started screaming.
Yu Heng was so poor that he took on the job of trying to sleep in a haunted house.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he stepped into the villa, black blood oozed from the wall, the chandelier swayed without the wind, and the resentful souls in the whole building howled in unison: "The Feng Shui master is here! Run!"
——It's too late.
The compass whirled, the golden light broke through, and where his fingertips passed, a century of resentment evaporated in a second.
The owner begged him to collect the corpse and build a house. Real estate developers lined up to give him a villa, and even special departments came to invite him.
Master has said that there are only three rules in his lineage: you must buy the haunted house you like, you must kill the evil ghost you meet, and you must donate the money you earn.
Yu Heng stared at the seven-digit number that Kali had just arrived, and calmly accepted the entire murderous building.
Money doesn't last the night? It doesn't matter.
He turned around and donated it to the orphanage - the director was his trumpet.
Later, the richest man held a billion in cash and begged him to see his ancestral graves. Yu Heng's compass suddenly pointed straight to the center of the earth: "What is buried under here?"
The richest man's face turned pale.
On the back of the compass, a line of blood words appeared: [Gods and ghosts are not gods, they are just scapegoats.
