The day I was born, all 136 residents of Baishan Village nearly died out.
The fortune-teller said I was born under the star of Tanlang.
I drive out evil, break curses, read feng shui, and burn paper offerings for the living, buying life from the dead.
With the Three Pure Ones, the fox, yellow weasel, white hedgehog, and willow spirits at my side, I claim the top seat among funeral shopkeepers in Spring City.
A thousand-year-old fox spirit is my pillow companion, and the Black and White Impermanence are honored guests at my table.
No matter how vicious the vengeful ghost you’ve provoked, bring enough money and hurry to my Daoist Hall of Fated Connections. It may be your only chance to survive...
