I Treat the Underworld Bedroom as a Five-Star Hotel

At midnight, the bathroom shower no longer sprays hot water, but thick, smelly, bright red blood oil. The faceless female ghost in the mirror is slowly protruding her head, her hair wrapped around the neck of the man who is taking a shower like a living snake - this is a sure-fire kill for an S-level dungeon. However, the next second, Lin Xian angrily turned off the valve, grabbed the female ghost's hair, and dragged her out of the water pipe with her internal organs as if she was pulling out old dirt! "How many times have I said this! This kind of old facility needs to be cleaned regularly! It has to be blocked like this to be happy? Go to the front desk tomorrow to complain and get your deposit refunded!" In Lin Xian's eyes, there are no ghosts here, only a "shabby five-star hotel" with slow service and aging facilities. While the other players were trembling in the strange rules and desperately trying to survive, Lin Xian was holding a calculator and pointing out the world to the room full of ghosts. Sadako climbed out of the TV? That's "illegal home appliances occupying land", and they were kicked back and sealed; Bixian couldn't solve high-mathematics questions? It was an "intelligent voice assistant with artificial retardation" that forced it to do questions all night long to upgrade its database; as for the indescribable Ghost King of the Abyss? Lin Xian looked at the ghost king who was nailed to the wall as a "post-modern art painting" and coldly put a cross on the attendance sheet: "If you hang it incorrectly, your performance will be deducted this month. If you dare to glare at me again, you will be replaced by cross-stitch."