A Young Feng Shui Master

The day my grandfather died, someone started watching me.

My grandfather's body was stolen, and I had no choice but to leave my peaceful life behind and step into the treacherous world of feng shui.

The dead who drown in the Yin River, the corpse cave on Turtle Mountain, the evil corpses that undergo ascension on Snow Ridge, the corpse-raising grounds of the Lahu people…

As I searched for the truth, I went from a weak feng shui practitioner to a master who had brought the art of feng shui to its fullest expression…