Summary
I’m an NPC in a modern ghost story. A new neighbor moved in next door-drooping brows, slightly upturned eyes-a world-weary and brash ghost hunter with an innocent yet beguiling charm. The System instructed me to seduce him. We were intimately entangled for quite some time. Once the mission was completed, I declared that humans and ghosts go separate ways. The young man sneered, grabbed my ankle, and fastened a Ghost Binding Rope around it. His tone was sinister: “What are you crying about?” “Put some effort in today. “Tomorrow, this Daoist will die with you.” Me: ? Daoist, something’s off about you.