Jiang City was shrouded in a continuous drizzle.  

Huo Ning dragged an old gray suitcase and stopped in front of an aging residential building.  

The landlady shivered, casting a fearful glance toward the staircase. “You can go up by yourself. Just so we’re clear, if anything happens, you can’t blame me.”  

Huo Ning curved her lips slightly and gave a small, polite nod.  

“Thank you, Auntie. This place is quite nice.”  

She courteously took the keys from the landlady, then turned and headed upstairs with her suitcase.  

“What a weirdo. Instead of staying in a perfectly good place, she insists on renting a haunted house.”  

A month ago, a family of five living here had been targeted by their daughter’s ex-husband in an act of revenge. Overnight, the entire family was hacked to death.  

Since that day, strange occurrences had plagued the building. Tenants encountered one mishap after another—some narrowly avoided car accidents, while others slammed their heads in their own bathrooms.  

Within half a month, nearly all the tenants had moved out.  

A week ago, the landlady, refusing to believe in the supernatural, concealed the fact that a gruesome murder had taken place in the building and rented one of the units to a barber.  

But just three days later, the barber nearly lost his life.  

The building had since gained notoriety as a notorious haunted place.  

Yet, just yesterday, a young girl wearing a mask and hat had shown up with a newspaper, asking to rent the apartment.  

She even specifically requested Unit 302, where the murders had occurred.  

The landlady had tried to dissuade her, but it was no use, so she let the girl have her way.  

“Kids these days just love to court death.”  

Shaking her head, the landlady walked away in her flip-flops.  

Meanwhile, Huo Ning, the alleged death-seeker, unlocked the door with her keys.  

As soon as she stepped inside, a chilling, sinister wind blew straight at her.  

The air seemed thick with the lingering stench of blood and decay.  

Several shadowy figures, like vultures spotting carrion, lunged at her, their invisible maws gaping wide as if to tear her soul apart.  

Huo Ning didn’t move.  

Before the shadows could touch her, a golden light flared, sending them crashing to the ground with pained shrieks.  

Huo Ning yawned.  

She casually pulled out a chair and sat down.  

“Perfect, I didn’t feel like moving anyway. You all—go clean the place up for me.”  

A female ghost in a white dress stared at Huo Ning in terror, her spectral form trembling.  

The other four ghosts weren’t faring much better.  

Seething but not daring to protest, they obediently began cleaning the rental unit under Huo Ning’s command.  

The apartment had three bedrooms, a living room, a fridge, an air conditioner, and even a washing machine. If not for its haunted reputation, Huo Ning would never have been able to rent it for just 500 yuan a month.  

Once the ghosts had tidied up the place to a decent standard, Huo Ning raised her hand and formed a seal, purging the lingering bloodstains from the air.  

Admittedly, the walls had once been drenched in blood, some of it seeping deep into the cracks.  

But no matter—she had her ways.  

The five spirits huddled in a corner, trembling as they tried to make themselves invisible.  

Huo Ning shot them a glance. “What’s with the long faces? How many tenants have you scared off these past few months? Anyone else would’ve annihilated you by now.”  

Still, since these ghosts hadn’t actually taken any lives, Huo Ning shifted in her seat.  

“Want to be liberated? It’s 10,000 per slot.”  

After a pause, she added, “Renminbi only. No hell money.”  

The ghosts: “…”

…

Renminbi (RMB) is the official currency of China. The yuan ( or ¥) is the basic unit of the renminbi. So, when someone says something costs “10,000 renminbi,” they mean it costs 10,000 yuan.

Seeing their lack of interest, Huo Ning waved her hand dismissively. “Fine, suit yourselves. Go find a room to stay in and don’t disturb me.”  

She took out her live-streaming equipment.  

After setting everything up and adjusting the camera angle, Huo Ning started her first live stream in this world.  

That’s right—she had transmigrated.  

She was originally a disciple of the mystical arts from another world, revered as a master. Right after slaying a great demon that had plagued the mortal realm, her cultivation and merits skyrocketed—only for her to wake up here.  

She had no memories of the original owner of this body and knew very little about many things.  

The only information she had was this:  

1. The original owner was a pitiful soul who had been kicked out of her wealthy family because her face was covered in “karma sores.” Her father was a rich man, and her younger sister was a popular star in the entertainment industry.  

2. In an attempt to cure her face, the original owner had taken out online loans totaling three million yuan and was driven to the brink of collapse by daily repayment reminders.  

3. Her profession was live-streaming—specifically, the kind that relied on shock value and being “ugly” for views.  

On her first day here, she casually fixed the “karma sores” on her face.  

Good news: She was now beautiful.  

Bad news: Her meal ticket was gone.