I was laid off, broke up, and only had 128 yuan left in my bank card.
I drunkenly complained in the rental house: "There must be something wrong with Feng Shui in this bad life!"
As a result, grandpa's old mobile phone came to life, and a cold female voice came:
[Binding successful. Your complaints are the strongest force in the world to break evil spirits.
From then on, my life style changed drastically.
Helping neighbors get rid of the night cry man, digging out harmful puppets under the bed; cleaning up the haunted house for Internet celebrities, and exposing Feng Shui scams through live broadcasts.
Wherever I go, evil spirits dissipate, but troubles keep coming.
It wasn't until the "Mysterious Arts Association" put me on the must-kill list that I discovered that my grandfather's disappearance and the city's predicament were all tied to me.
They think that by controlling Feng Shui, they can control everything.
Little do they know that my complaints from the bottom are the sharpest blade that subverts the rules.
