For eighteen years, he was still a socialist successor who grew up wearing diapers, pushing iron rings, and shouting "gas-hungry". He received a relatively formal compulsory education, was admitted to an ordinary university, and enjoyed a happy life in his freshman year. Just when he turned eighteen, what happened was simply unbelievable. If he hadn't experienced it personally, I'd be afraid it would be a cliché from a third-rate horror novel.
After signing a cheating contract and becoming a ghost boss, you have to work hard without complaining. . .
But why do you want to wander around in the entertainment industry? Oh, the King of Heaven is so amazing, can he look at people with his nostrils? I have never seen any kind of ghost, so I am afraid of you!