The Ancestor Catches Ghosts, and Everyone Only Wants Armpit Hair!

The author is hopeless at writing introductions, so judge everything by the story itself. If you have any complaints, please go easy on me. This novel has a male lead.

Two hundred years ago, the Mystic Sect fell into decline. Its most talented junior sister was forcibly sealed away by the sect using a secret technique. Two hundred years later, Song Jingtang is awakened in a ruined temple, and the world has changed beyond recognition.

She thought this was an era in which humans and ghosts lived together in peace. But only after investigating further does Song Jingtang discover that beneath the calm surface lies a secret of enormous proportions.

Are people in Song Jingtang's line of work all dirt poor?

Song Jingtang: Whatever. I'll handle it.

Whether you're terrified by a great demon or pestered by a little ghost, come to Sister Tang's livestream. Everything costs a grand total of one armpit hair. Huh? You say that's not the price listed in your livestream? How could that be? Sister Tang is an honest person who never engages in false advertising. Besides, I'll sue you for defamation!