(Reader advisory: Contains original headcanons; characters stay true to form.)
My name is Zhang Yunsheng. I’m the last inheritor of the Daoist tradition, and after being reincarnated in the womb into this modern world, where spiritual energy is scarce, all I want is to open a bubble tea shop and enjoy a quiet retirement.
Who knew the college student next door, Wu Xie, would keep coming to me with his grandfather’s copy of The Grave Robbers' Chronicles, asking me to decipher its “ghostly scribbles”?
Forced to take on the work, I casually helped him sort out a few minor problems, only to attract the attention of his mysterious Third Uncle.
He handed me a hefty check and asked me to explore a tomb so eerie that even his Zhang family found it unsettling.
Me: “No way. I’m afraid of ghosts.”
Wu Sansheng: “There may not be any ghosts in the tomb, but the guy beside you is the living King of Hell.”
I turned to look at the poker-faced Zhang Qiling, the stoic young man they’d hired as our guide.
He was quietly watching me. For the first time, a strange emotion I couldn’t read appeared in those still, unfathomable eyes.
Later, when blood corpses sprang to life and ghost soldiers marched through the passages, I shielded everyone behind me.
But behind me, he stood between me and all the darkness in the world.
Also known as: About How the Poker-Faced Guy Fell for Me First; My Metaphysical Adventures in the Tomb-Raiding World
