The Eerie-Eyed Feng Shui Master

On a stormy night, Chen Xuanling's compass spun backward seven and a half times.

His gold-inlaid dragon-seeking ruler was crawling with bloody rust, pointing toward a construction site in the city.

There, seven blood corpses had been planted upside down in the shape of the Big Dipper, and vermilion tears seeped from the bottom of a coffin.

“At the hour of the Tiger, I’ll mark the burial point. A ten-mile death zone.” He gritted his teeth and set a deadly taboo.

But Su Banxia, a corpse driver from western Hunan, mocked him coldly: “Charlatan, move aside.”

The corpse-oil lamp between her fingers glowed an eerie green. A soul-sealing mark subdued the corpse’s transformation. “Heaven Official's Blessing, Earth Official’s pardon... Seal!”

Police captain Zhao Mingcheng burst through the door carrying black-dog blood. “We’re arresting every last one of you for superstition... Holy crap, that corpse is moving?!”

Zhou Qingwan, the teahouse owner, brewed calming tea and smiled. “Mr. Chen, would you like me to tell your fortune in love?”

Medical student Su Ruoli held up a scalpel, its edge gleaming coldly. “Corpse poison reaching your heart? Amputation or marry me. Choose.”

In an age of chaos ruled by the Five Immortals, fox demons bewitched top-tier stars, rat spirits controlled the banks, and snake people wept at night in the subway.

They bantered and bickered, driving back evil spirits through the steam of hot pot;

They also clasped hands beneath a red coffin on a night when souls were sealed. “Pin my jade hairpin on me, and even if the earth’s veins collapse, no one can...” But when the day came that Chen Xuanling’s right eye went completely blind

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