Ever since I rented my house to a bizarre woman, those unimaginable troubles have continuously come looking for me … "A storytelling and a playacting that persuades people to walk in the middle of the three great Daos. There will always be rewards for good and evil, and the world will always be filled with the vicissitudes of life." Since ancient times, most of the stories that came out from the mouth of storytellers were to lure people to be good, not to teach them to take the wrong path. The same is true of my story. But it seemed to me that this was not a story about a living person, but more like a story about a ghost. Trust me. Actually, ghosts were not scary at all. What was terrifying, was always the human heart.