The Last Feng Shui Dynasty

My name is Ye Jiuqing, and I have been an antique collector for three generations. Originally I just wanted to go to the countryside to collect old things, but seven people died in Lijia Village in three years. I could tell at a glance that something was wrong in the back mountain—there were things from the Qing Dynasty buried in that land. The ancestral grave was dug up and a blue brick dated to the 23rd year of Guangxu's reign was found. Before I could understand, the senior brother who was expelled from the school twenty years ago suddenly appeared and threw down a business card: Junior brother, see you at the back of the mountain. Later I learned that behind that business card, there was a hundred years of grudges and the soul of a Japanese Onmyoji. The water in Jinling is deeper than I thought. But I have to go. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.