I, Lin Xuanming, was born on the Ghost Festival, with yin and yang in my life, but was sealed by my family with forbidden magic, and became an ordinary young man sweating profusely on the construction site. I thought I would spend the rest of my life ordinary in steel and concrete, until I was twenty years old, when a blood-stained red envelope dragged me into a completely different world.
That windfall that fell from the sky turned into a life-threatening coin at midnight. In the dream, the woman in white with bleeding forehead follows him like a shadow, asking for her life every night. The yellow charm of a charlatan is just a piece of waste paper. When the shadow of death strangled my throat, I realized that some money cannot be picked up; some ghosts cannot be offended.
After being forced into a desperate situation and dialing the number of my uncle who was nagging at me, my dusty wheel of fate really started to turn. He carries cement during the day and learns to draw talismans at night. There is a mahogany sword and compass hidden in the construction site tool bag.
In order to survive, I, a half-baked Taoist priest, had to break into a dangerous world of strange things and ghosts walking at night.
