My name is Li Goudan, and I make a living by relying on the "Funny Art of Conquering Demons" passed down from my ancestors - drawing talismans can make ghosts laugh, and chanting spells can make demons suppress internal injuries. I picked up a maid, Xiaocui, thinking she was a burden, but I didn't expect that the rag she used to clean the table could knock away ghosts, and the hand she held serving tea could crush a century-old demon pill.
A revengeful ghost demanding his life in the middle of the night? My set of "funny spells" made him laugh until he burst into laughter. Xiaocui used his last attack to collect his soul; the hypocritical village chief pretended to be a ghost? I pretended to be the King of Hell to play with him, and Xiao Cui exposed his murderous activities. Even my controlling villain parents wanted to catch me refining medicine, but I used the "square dance spell" to make me doubt my life.
Others rely on strength to defeat demons, I defeat demons by being funny, and Xiao Cui wins by lying down (that's weird). From then on, Li Goudan and Xiao Cui teased ghosts and subdued demons during the day, and ate braised pork made by Xiao Cui at night. Their life was more enjoyable than that of a god. Why was it that the way Xiao Cui looked at me became more and more like looking at a "walking reservoir of laughter"?
