My Uncle-Master's Spiritual Treasures Are Not Quite Right

Gu Fengchen sprawled on the cold stone floor, feeling like a complete fool.

He had just sold that battered bronze mirror for a staggering seventy million, and before the money had even warmed his hands, everything went black and he was somewhere else.

The stone walls were full of drafts, and the air reeked of mold and damp earth. It was a world away from the presidential suite he'd booked for five years' worth of wages.

"My luck's rotten for eight generations..." he muttered, his stomach twisting with hunger.

This wasn't a dream. His predecessor's memories flooded in, making him want to die.

Murder? Only four survivors left at Cangmu Cliff? An 800-spirit-stone blood debt, payable with his life if he couldn't settle it within ten days? What a screwed-up start!

A faint sound of footsteps came from outside, and the curtain at the door was carefully lifted.

Qin Moheng's sharply defined, exhausted face peered in, followed by two children: Lin Ye, whose eyes were remarkably bright, and Chu Ling'er, who kept her head tucked down.

Gu Fengchen's heart lurched. The creditor had come to collect.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.