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

Wan Qian flung open the wardrobe door, intending to check if it was still intact. Unsure how many years the wardrobe had remained unused, a burst of dust immediately hit her as she opened it. 


"Cough, cough—" Wan Qian coughed as she brushed away the dust. Finally, once the dust had mostly settled, she could clearly see what was inside the wardrobe. 


A desiccated corpse, its entire body contorted in spasms, lay face up in the wardrobe. Its limbs were all nailed down with pins, firmly fixed to the wardrobe's panels, making escape impossible. The face of the desiccated corpse was blurred and unrecognizable. 


"Damn!" Wan Qian, filled with disgust, yanked the corpse out of the wardrobe and tossed it aside. 


Why do they stuff all kinds of random junk into the wardrobe, and even nail it in there? What if the wardrobe gets damaged and can't be used anymore? Wan Qian leaned over the wardrobe panel, carefully inspecting the nails on it. 


Dark Farm 37