As Qin Mo soaked in the bath, the water temperature suddenly dropped, making him shiver. Suddenly, something black seemed to rise from the water and spread beneath the surface.
The next second, a head emerged from the water, its face bloated, black hair fanned out across the bathtub...
Qin Mo expressionlessly reached out and pushed the head back down. “Miss, I don't like getting naked on camera. If you can wait, let me put on some pants first, then we can chat.”
“...”
The profession of a wizard is also known as shamanism. Shamans drive out ghosts, tell fortunes, read destinies, and pray for blessings on behalf of their clients, earning a fee in return.
But it's not something you can learn just by being clever. It takes fate and spiritual talent. Some people are born with a calling.
As a college graduate content to coast through life, he'd followed his mother into the profession from a young age. Their line of work might seem eerie, but it wasn't as mysterious as people imagined. Most clients just came to put their minds at ease. But ever since he met Zhao Qian, vengeful spirits and evil ghosts seemed to be coming to his door in unusually large numbers.
