The day my landlord kicked me out, I got a high-paying job offer as a haunted-house sleep tester: three thousand yuan a night. I pushed open the door and moved in, only to find a figure in a red dress standing with her back to me in the living room. On my first night on the job, the sleep-testing System came online: complete a job to level up, at the cost of your remaining lifespan.
This line of work was more complicated than I’d imagined. Some “ghosts” were fake, and some fake masters were all too easy to fool. In the file left behind by a client was a list of people who died in the haunted house ten years ago. The first name on it was my father, who had been missing for ten years.
Relying on what I’d learned about renovations, feng shui, and folk customs, I slept in every haunted house in Linjiang and rose to become the number one expert in the occult.
