I Bought a Columbarium, and the Neighbors Are All Ghosts

For a 4,001-square-meter house in the city center, I gritted my teeth and paid the full price for this ashes community where no one dared to live. The location is perfect, eight minutes by subway, opposite the shopping mall, and the convenience of life is enviable. But on the first night of my stay, a child's cry came from next door: "Uncle... I'm so cold, can you come in?" I learned how to draw talismans from an old Taoist priest when I was young, so it should work, right? Who knew this was just the beginning... In the community, the neighbors are becoming more and more "lively". There was a little boy crying for his mother, an old lady wearing a shroud and dancing in the square, and an "enthusiastic" uncle knocking on the door in the middle of the night to deliver an urn. What's even more outrageous is that they only seem to be able to find me. Until that day, the house-holding talisman in my hand suddenly lit up with golden light... [Relaxing + weird + warm + cool, daily exorcism, things about neighbors who are ghosts]