Shi GanDang, who had been sleeping for thousands of years on the top of Mount Tai, woke up, only to find that there was no evil in the world.
Forced to re-employ, he could only make a living by showing people Feng Shui.
Until that day, the developer of the haunted house tremblingly handed over the ancient jade heirloom: "Master, there are always cries in this house in the middle of the night..."
The moment Shi Gandang's fingertips touched the jade, a surge of evil energy rose into the sky——
He narrowed his eyes: "It's not that the evil spirit is too strong, it's that you have forgotten what I was guarding."
