The Talkative Little Taoist's Daily Life of Farming and Ghost Hunting

Metal objects are neither yin nor yang, yet a metal coffin sealed with black dog blood was dug up in the village. Inside lay a corpse with its hands and feet cut off and its seven orifices nailed shut!

Red envelopes containing silver coins said to borrow one's life have appeared along the roads. Anyone foolish enough to pick one up is sure not to live past sunrise the next day!

Blood bubbles up from the old well, accompanied now and then by eerie laughter.

Old Madam Ma, the village's resident good soul, is inexplicably possessed. She carries a placenta to the well, drowns herself, and leaves behind all kinds of signs that she'll return on the seventh day after her death!

Panic grips the village. With nowhere else to turn, the villagers can only pin their hopes on the village guardian, a girl who has been foolish since childhood.

They say every village has a fool. Be kind to her, because when the time comes, she really can save your sorry life!

Hey! Just look at this village's guardian. She suddenly stops being a fool. She can confer spiritual status on serpent demons and weasels, capture ghosts and beat down wicked old Taoists, and even take out an entire city of zombies when the opportunity strikes!

Good heavens, has the Goddess Doumu descended to earth? Thank goodness the whole village treated her well back then, or they'd all be done for!