This Taoist’s Tongue Is More Vicious Than a Ghost’s

Chen Sanpi runs the Lucky Hall in Qingshi Town. His main business is swindling people, especially the rich, while his side gig is warding off evil spirits and ghosts, a job he was forced into. Sharp-tongued, greedy, and convinced that if he can lie down, he should never sit, he lives by one creed: “No refunds on a con. A big deal? That’ll cost extra!” > Then his sister, Chen Xiaoqi, who was theoretically supposed to have drowned at the age of three, returns to the world of the living as a “special envoy of the underworld.” By day, she helps him put customers in their place and balance the books. By night, she catches evil ghosts and writes reports. The Lucky Hall’s whole vibe turns bizarre: paper dolls play mahjong in the middle of the night, the gambling ghost Lao Hei polishes his urn until it gleams, and their unreliable master always lets them down at the worst possible moment. Even worse, a cult leader who wants to use Xiaoqi as “material for resurrection” is leading an army of monsters and demons straight to their door… With a cigarette dangling from his lips, Chen Sanpi weighs his peachwood sword. “Damn it, you dare lay a hand on my sister? This time, I’m charging double, and my paper-doll brothers are getting workers’ compensation!”