The river breeze carried damp mist as it swept toward the embankment in gusts. A young man stood on the most conspicuous rock, arms spread wide, facing the muddy, churning river as he sang with even greater passion and at the top of his lungs:
“Invincible, how incredibly! Incredibly, lonely!”
“Alone at the summit, cold winds, blow past!”
Lin Fan, who went “crazy” by the river from the start, was first conned by an old charlatan with the mystical warning to “watch out for the urban management officers.” Then a water ghost forced him into a “job interview” and threw in a skull tattoo for free. Through a series of chance mishaps, he began a new career helping supernatural beings find work in this ordinary world.
Relying on the keen eye of a big shot from his previous life and his “Black Silk of Oblivion,” he successfully conned (or rather, teamed up with) the old charlatan. With outrageous tricks like “exorcising ghosts by force” and “breaking their defenses with virgin boy urine,” he earned his first fortune through scams and swindles… I mean, through honest labor.
Next, he promptly rented a haunted house, touting it as “the best value around,” and even tried to “trick” the trembling old charlatan into sharing the place.
Just as he thought he was about to stride down the broad road to wealth by scaring ghosts, a strange letter from the “Thirteen Tombs” arrived in secret.
Afraid Lin Fan might miss his appointment at the Thirteen Tombs, someone even went to block his way while he was using the toilet.
For the sake of his own life, he could only scurry off there. But when he arrived, he discovered… Wait! Weren’t these things supposed to be terrifying and supernatural? Why was there something off about the way every one of them looked at him?
Is something not quite right with the supernatural beings of this generation?!
