The Eerie Taoist Barber

There are people from all walks of life in this world. Some work to make a living, others chase their dreams. I'm different: I'm doing it to build up good karma! They say there are three hundred and sixty trades, and every trade has its own rules. But how many of each trade's taboos do you know? Let me start by telling you about the taboos in mine. Barbers have three major taboos: First, never cut a woman's hair. Second, never cut hair after midnight. Third, never cut the hair of someone wearing black shoes, black clothes, and a black hat, especially if they have a black cord tied around their ankle. These are ironclad taboos in my trade, but I broke every single one. But I'm a hairstylist in the modern age. Why should I be scared of this stuff? I am! Oh, heavens, I'm really scared! If I'd known this line of work involved such bizarre things, I wouldn't have taken over that old man's lousy barbershop even if you beat me to death! A female ghost tried to steal my soul, I ran into a ghostly corpse and a little demon, vengeful spirits came for my life, and a hundred ghosts roamed the night. All kinds of supernatural horrors kept happening around me. And somehow, I was the protagonist of every single incident! So what if I'm burdened by karmic debts? So what if I lose good karma? I have a hundred ghosts protecting me. Who dares lay a hand on me? A note: this story won't have a harem. It's about my own experiences, so please be patient as you read. I promise to bring you a story unlike any other.