I Was Born a Lunatic: I'm a Horse Medium

My name is Li Shouyi. I was born with a diagnosis of mental illness from a hospital. They all say my eyes are frightening and my behavior strange, and that I can see things other people can't. In a small county town in Northeast China, I was an outsider who never fit in, until I was sixteen, when my great-aunt, a shaman over ninety years old, revealed the truth in a single sentence: I wasn't sick. I had a powerful spiritual affinity, with all five kinds of immortals, the Fox, Yellow Weasel, White, Willow, and Gray, and an unknown "Great Hall Master" among them.

The immortals were summoned and the altar established, but my "mental illness" still didn't go away completely. When treating the sick and helping people, I might be crouching on a rooftop; when judging fortune and misfortune, I might imitate the cry of a yellow weasel. But the strange thing was, every bit of nonsense I casually spouted came true: from pointing out the bone-burying knife in the Zhang family's backyard to revealing that Director Zhou's ancestral grave had encroached on his mother's land. Thanks to my half-mad, half-crazy abilities, I became the strangest yet most accurate shaman for miles around, and the name "Mad Shaman" spread far and wide.