JUDY_JIAO

After losing her job, Wan Qian unexpectedly inherits the estate of an distant great-uncle—a remote countryside farm.  

She originally thought she could enjoy a leisurely rural life, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. However, she soon discovers that the farm is unbelievably strange—animals on the farm produce crops, whispers rustle from the wardrobe at midnight, and what flows from the faucet is not clear water but thick red liquid…  

Even more absurd, interns who come to work always mysteriously "resign," leaving only a calm and composed butler who hands her a new labor contract with a smile every day.  

Faced with all this, Wan Qian optimistically rolls up her sleeves: "Alright then, running a farm isn't easy. I have to find a way to turn a profit."

So, using outrageous workplace logic and farm management experience, she tames an eldritch god into a guard dog, hires a midnight butcher as a chef, and even enlists a faceless girl as an accountant…  

While others tremble in fear, she leisurely patrols the farmland: "No slacking off! If performance targets aren't met, your wages will be docked."

Thus, a farm where "humans and ghosts and monsters" beings coexist is officially open for business!  

—Horror? Not at all. With the right job assignments, every ghost and monster can be a model corporate worker!

My Life as a Farm Owner in a Thriller World

Soon, it was time for lunch. As the broadcast announcement sounded, Wen Xirou put down the tools in her hands and headed for the cafeteria. 


Inside the cafeteria, the butler wasn't present. Instead, it was the head of the production department distributing the lunches—instant noodles, just like in the morning. 


Wen Xirou looked around but didn't spot Wan Qian. Before she could think much about it, Xiao Lin rushed over and hugged Wen Xirou's arm. 


"Sister Xirou, I'm so glad you're okay!" Xiao Lin, He Tianfang, and Wu Fei were assigned to the milk production base together. 


"Sister Xirou, can you imagine? The creatures producing the milk are snails!" 


Just thinking about those snails the size of cows, with their slimy, gooey, soft bodies, made Xiao Lin feel sick. 


Wen Xirou comforted Xiao Lin for a bit, then shared her encounter with the woman in the red dress from the morning. 


"If you meet a woman in a red dress who claims to be the farm owner, don't trust her." 


Dark Farm 12