Something Is Wrong with My Ancestral Home

There are seventeen "things" living in my ancestral home. On the day my grandfather passed away, I learned that there was an old house in my hometown. The will is just one sentence: If you live there for three years, the house will be yours. I replied. Then I found—— Sitting on the Grand Master's chair in the main room was a Qing official who asked me every day, "Will I go to court today?" A female student from the Republic of China lived in the west wing. She knocked on my door every night and asked, "Do you want to have supper?" There is a hand in the well in the backyard, always trying to play guessing games with me. They call me "the boss". I have to be responsible for burning paper incense, mediating disputes, and dealing with neighborhood conflicts - both people and "things". Aunt Wang next door asked me to invite a Taoist priest, but I said no, that was my tenant and the rent had not been paid this month. Until a Mr. Yin Yang passed by, took a look at my house, and knelt down on the spot: "Your house is the Yin Division's office in the Yang Realm?" Me:? ? ? Later I learned that my grandfather left me not an apartment, but a government office. The underworld. I have to judge cases for ghosts, mediate with spirits, and occasionally handle inspections from the underworld. Three years later? Let's talk about it in three years. Let's make arrangements for tomorrow's soy milk and fried dough sticks.