Ye Sifan has lived in this broken courtyard for sixteen years, and he never dared to take a step. Because her father told her before he died that this was a world of cultivating immortals, and a mortal trash like her, once she went out, she wouldn't live for half an hour. Until she finally couldn't help but open a crack in the door, and then countless monks broke into her ...... Watch the monks frantically grab the wild vegetables and fruits in her yard and the leftovers in the kitchen. Watch them fight over the pots and pans of her house. Watching them laugh wildly at her boring doodles. She panicked. What's even more terrifying is that they won't even let go of the dog food she prepared for Erha! Ye Sifan shrank in the corner, trembling, daring to be angry, but not daring to speak. "Run! It's an ancient beast! It's angry! ”