The Number One Feng Shui Master

He only wanted to find a quiet corner and make a living with his paper effigies and feng shui skills. Unfortunately, the demons and monsters in this city were even more unreasonable than the spirits in the mountains.

A tycoon plagued by baleful energy begged him to change his fate. He only glanced at the antique jade the man had just acquired. “The southeast corner of your ancestral graveyard. A locust tree is pressing down on the coffin. You’ll see blood within three days.”

When a vengeful ghost from a haunted house came for him at midnight, it ran into a paper guard he had casually folded and was torn to shreds without even a scream.

Watching an A-rank fugitive pinned to the wall by yellow talismans, the captain of the Bureau of Paranormal Affairs could barely believe his eyes. “You call this... feng shui?”