Su Ruan is the last temple priest in the Chenghuang Temple. He is too poor to pay the electricity bill and makes a living by telling fortunes and selling sweet-scented osmanthus cakes.
Until one rainy night, a man covered in blood knocked open the temple door.
He was struck by the evil spirit of death for twenty years and could not survive the fifteenth day of the month.
Su Ruan: "It can be cured, three million, or staged."
Later——
He collected money when she told fortunes, held an umbrella when she caught ghosts, steamed sweet-scented osmanthus cakes when she was there and ground glutinous rice flour.
Everyone in the city knows that the living king of hell of the Lu Group is not afraid of anything except his little Miao Zhu's miscalculation.
[Xiaomiaozhu, a poor-talking, tough-talking, money-loving man × an action-oriented CEO who is cold on the outside and hot on the inside, metaphysics + sweet pet + unit case, no abuse, no scum, feel free to enter the trap]
