Fortune-Telling at My Street Stall: I Tell Fortunes and Catch Ghosts, I'm the Best There Is

A string of murders rocks Donghai City. Every victim has been scared into a dried-out corpse, and a bizarre talisman formation is drawn at each bedside.

The chief of the criminal investigation team slams the table. "Find the biggest con artist in the city!" His subordinate returns with a fortune-telling old man who usually sits under an overpass.

"This is a soul-locking curse fueled by resentment. The killer is using ghosts to murder people." After surveying the scene, the old man picks up a shard of porcelain and draws a talisman on it. "At midnight, the ghost will come to take its final breath." The officers watch through the night, skeptical, until a translucent figure really does crawl out of a crack in the wall!

The old man forms a hand seal with one hand. The talisman bursts into eerie blue flames and burns straight through the ghost.

"That talisman... it's the Celestial Master's seal!" An experienced officer at the scene suddenly trembles. His grandfather once told him that five hundred years ago, a Celestial Master used this very technique to quell the vengeful ghosts in the imperial palace.

When the police report records "Zhang Xuanling, 37th-generation Celestial Master of Mount Longhu," the city's supernatural community finally realizes that the street fortune-teller who always says, "If I get it wrong, you don't pay," is the industry legend who makes ferocious ghosts call him Grandpa and fake masters quake in their boots!

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