There is an inconspicuous office hidden in the alley of the old city. The rolling shutter door is crooked and the word "Zhan Ling" on the sign is as red as fresh blood. The boss, Lin Feng, is a nocturnal master. He holds a short knife wrapped with a red string in his left hand and counts the rewards he just received in his right hand. He kills ghosts as neatly as chopping vegetables. In his free time, he can snatch half a steamed bun from a wild cat.
The jobs he took were all shady - the shadows of rotten flesh in the old textile factory in the south of the city, the resentful spirits of children under the old locust trees in the abandoned park, the strange "seeds" in the Qingshan Sanatorium... There was resentment and conspiracy behind every case, and there was also a mysterious woman Su Qing who always appeared in the middle of the night. With her employer whose identity was a mystery, she brought in each case more and more difficult tasks.
"Cleaning up the garbage" is his mantra, and he is never vague about the use of the knife and the fall of the knife; occasionally he talks a few words, and uses cold humor to dilute the smell of blood, but when he sees the mark of the "soul rope" and the blood of the black dog splattered, his eyes are as sharp as a knife.
There is no shortage of ghosts and ghosts in this city at night. Some people pretend to be gods and ghosts to cheat money, and some people preach "reasons" with a holy heart. But Lin Feng only believes in one thing: anything that harms people must be killed. As for the sorcery hidden in the dark and the black hands that manipulate ghosts, he slowly looked for it with a knife - after all, making money while making the world a little cleaner was not considered a loss-making business.
There is no hesitation here, no sloppy mother, only a decisive spirit-slayer who cuts a somewhat ruffian way out of the gap between humans and ghosts.
