Wanqi B&B: My Tenants Are All Obsessed with Each Other

I opened a B&B in an old alley in Shanghai, called Wanqi, and the locals called it a century-old haunted house. My ancestors set four dead rules, and I kept them for ten years. Until that rainy night, I picked up a girl who was soaked all over, and everything changed. The sound of combing hair in the middle of the night, embroidered shoes on the crack of the door, afterimages in the mirror, the nightmare of locust trees... A series of Chinese-style folklore mysteries were staged one after another at Wanqi B&B. Every tenant has an obsession, and every rule hides a secret. I thought I was the keeper of the house, but step by step I uncovered a century-old blood debt buried for generations by the Lin family. The door of Wanqi B&B is open. Do you dare to stay for one night?