The Owner of the Haunted House Just Wants to Have Fun and Have Fun

Lu Xian just wanted to lie down. He was too lazy to repair the dilapidated house left by his grandfather, and he was too lazy to renovate his life. Until the night of the wake, the painting in the main hall sucked him into the ruins. In the dungeon, his teammates were being chased by ghosts and screamed. He hid in the corner and looked down at the ancient bronze lamp in his hand: "Why am I not afraid?" A lazy and venomous voice came from the lamp: "Because that little girl named Lu was... I buried casually." Later, others worked as cattle and horses in the ruins, and he worked as a tenant in the ancestral house. The female ghost from the Republic of China is responsible for cleaning, the ancient general ghost is responsible for security, and there is also an uncle Qingzhu who claims to be his "grandfather" who is responsible for lying down and commanding. Until one day, Guixu released an S-level desperate mission, and all the king-level trialists were prepared to die. Lu Xian pushed open the iron gate that had never been opened in the backyard of his ancestral home, and there was an entire "ghost army" standing behind him. A green candle floated on his shoulder, and he lazily said, "Go and let them know who is the real owner of this land."