Desperate and drowning in debt after being scammed, she takes up a food delivery order at an abandoned, haunted building on the outskirts of town. The ruins are home to a tall, shadowy ghost, rumored to be a powerful spirit that no exorcist or mage could defeat, turning the entire area into a local legend of dread. At first, she thought he was there to claim her life. But then— "Qingqing, I bought you a cake." "Where did you get the money?" "Spirit money." "Qingqing, I have money to help you pay off your debt, please don't die." "Thank you, but spirit money can't help." "I work night shifts at the haunted house. I earn 70 yuan a month, all for you." "I can also split my spirit during the day to work part-time. It will only take 120 years to pay off your debt." "Were you scammed by your boss?" "You big dummy, let's go claim some lives together." In a desolate valley, Zhou Zhou opens a small guesthouse with few visitors. Every night, a gentleman with an umbrella comes to stay. Strangely, whether it's sunny or rainy, his umbrella always has dripping water. Dressed in impeccable, vintage attire, he is not only incredibly handsome but also fluent in multiple languages, with a charming and witty personality. Yet— "Miss, can you teach me how to use this terrifying little box that flashes with light?" He looks at her phone. "Miss, this curious large box with people inside is interesting but a bit scary. Can you turn it off?" He points at the TV. She notices the guest has no shadow. She notices his body temperature is minus eight degrees. But in her greed for the thousand-yuan nightly room rate, she pretends nothing is wrong. After all, being poor is scarier than ghosts. Until one stormy night, with thunder, lightning, and howling winds, she sees countless terrifying skeletons crawling from the graveyard, all heading in one direction. The wind blows open the window, the door slams open. The gentleman stands at the doorway, pulling out a rose. Politely, he asks, "Dear lady, may I have the pleasure of a date with you?"