I was also hesitating about who should live in number forty-four. Ye Yang took the contract and said, "I'll go live there!"

I said casually, "Lin Zhao, you go and keep him company. Don't cause him any trouble!"

Lin Zhao almost staggered and fell to the ground. If there weren't still ghosts in the house, Lin Zhao would have lost it.

I smiled and looked at the property manager: "There are six of us; you can't expect us to live in one room, can you?"

The property manager thought for a moment and said, "Number forty-four is indeed a bit small! How about this, there's a two-bedroom apartment here, number fifteen in Unit Three. You can squeeze in there."

"That'll work!" I winked at Butcher Wang, who immediately took the contract.

I tentatively said, "Manager, a few of us haven't found jobs yet. Do you think there's anything we can do in the community that you could introduce us to?"

The manager looked at me with interest and said, "What can you all do?"

I pointed to Xia Mengying and said, "She's a teacher and has a teaching certificate. You can check it online."

"We also have a chef and a makeup artist," I said, referring to Butcher Wang and Wang Xiaohuan.

I had just pointed my hand towards Ye Yang when the manager said, "There's no need to mention those two; they'll have to live in number forty-four for a while first. What can you do?"

I said, "Me? I can do whatever you need. Big jobs, small jobs, I can do them all. I'm a master craftsman."

The property manager became interested and pointed to a cabinet, "That cabinet over there is broken; can you fix it?"

I walked over and knocked on the cabinet a few times, "This cabinet is a bit old; it's made of genuine camphor wood. It's not difficult to fix. But if you want to restore it to its original appearance, it'll take some effort; at least the materials will be hard to find."

The manager smiled when he heard that, "Good eye! Take a look again; can those two antique bowls over there be repaired?"

I picked up the two bowls and glanced at them, "You can just display these things as toys. They look like old objects with some missing parts, but there's no value in repairing them."

The manager stood up and said, "These are genuine Chenghua-era pieces from the Ming Dynasty."

I held the bowl and said, "Take a look at the seals on the bottom of the bowls yourself. The missing parts of the two seals are the same; the craftsman who did this was too crude."

When it comes to the skill of repairing things, I learned it from my dad. He didn't teach me kung fu or secret arts.

The manager laughed and said, "Good eye, good eye. Alright, you can stay and work in the property management office. I'll give you a uniform tomorrow. I'll look for you when there are jobs in the community."

The manager said, "There are actually quite a few jobs to do in our community; it just depends on whether you're willing to do them."

"If you want to do it, follow this brother's example; we'll contact you whenever there's a job, and the wages will be settled on the same day. If you don't mind the small jobs, sign a contract and leave your contact information."

Only then did I look at the contract on the table.

The binding force of a worldly contract lies in the law, but the contracts of the mystic arts lie in ghosts, gods, and the heavenly law.

What mystics fear most is signing a contract without knowing the details.

I was just about to pick up the contract and take a look when the property manager said, "Your contract is just a formality; it's not a big deal whether you sign it or not. However, the contract for room forty-four must be signed. Otherwise, you won't be able to live there."

Ye Yang put the contract on the table, "I've already signed it."

Only then did I see the contents of the contract, which couldn't be simpler: the signatory must live in the room for seven days, and they cannot leave no matter what happens. Violators will be held accountable.

In that case, Ye Yang can't show his face for seven days.

Otherwise, we will have a battle with ghosts and gods in Shanglin Community.

When the property manager put away the contract, he deliberately opened the cabinet door: "These are all the contracts of those who have violated the agreement; I hope your contract won't end up here."

The property manager said, "You can go now. If anything happens, I'll contact you by phone. Old Wu, take them over there!"

A security guard walked up and said, "Follow me, everyone!"

The security guard led us out with his hands behind his back: "You should really sign a contract with the property management. With the property management as your guarantor, someone can come out and mediate if you encounter trouble. Otherwise, hehe..."

The security guard's cold laugh couldn't help but make people feel a little creeped out.

I also laughed, "It's just doing some odd jobs; how could it cost someone's life? If I run into someone who doesn't pay, I have plenty of ways to deal with them."

The security guard turned back and smiled at me, "That's hard to say; some jobs not only don't pay, but they can also cost you your life. You'll know when you start working. Let's go!"

The security guard first took us to the room in Unit Three and then took Ye Yang and Lin Zhao to Unit Four.

As soon as the three of them left, Butcher Wang said, "Didn't the strange tales say that you can't live below number forty-four? How did it become number forty-four itself?"

"Maybe the legends have some discrepancies, or maybe there simply is no number forty-four," I said in a deep voice, "Those two dogs, one big and one small, can handle things over there. There's no need to worry about them too much."

Wang Xiaohuan said, "I didn't sense that the property manager was a ghost or a god? Did I get it wrong?"