With a contract, I became a guest of the most wealthy family in Beijing.
Everyone laughs at me for being a swindler who relies on feudal superstition to make money.
Even the powerful man warned coldly: "You'd better have some real skills, otherwise, your end will be worse than a ghost."
Until the night when evil spirits besieged the city and all methods failed, I moved my fingertips, and thousands of paper horses trampled through the void, tearing hundreds of ghosts into pieces.
Then he knelt down in front of me in shock and begged me in a trembling voice: "Master, save me!"
