My Ancestors Lived in a Kimchi Jar

Ning Xiaoman, a girl running a stall in Liyu Lane, never imagined that she would fall into such a big trap in her twenty-three years. On the day of the live broadcast of the break-up of the engagement, the small bronze bell that grandma had placed at the bottom of the pickle jar suddenly began to curse. In the bell lived Pei Wujiu, the poisonous-tongued ancestor from three hundred years ago. He relied on full-sugar milk tea to survive, and even if he opened his mouth, he would find her incompetent. What's even more outrageous is that these days, spirits have to register for residence, pay social security, and run takeaways; and her fate mark, which was stripped into a "death body", is actually a legendary luck mark. Her ex-fiancé broke off the engagement in public because he thought she was poor, and 120,000 people watched her death in a barrage; the Immortal Society stole the telekinesis of the entire city to extend the lives of the rich; even the "poor neighbor" who stuffed steamed buns in the alley when she was eight years old hid the identity of the heir to the Chenhai Group. While she was applying for certificates for the monsters, she was exposing the fake master through a live broadcast. From the live broadcast room, she broke down the web that the Immortality Society had been building for thirty years. But who left the half-charred talisman in grandma's old wooden box? (This story is purely fictitious, and the metaphysical settings are artistic creations. Please do not take it personally.)