It was a crazy time.
Some people call this the "world's factory", while more people privately call it "a man's paradise".
Here, the neon lights stay on all night long, and desires are clearly priced under ISO standards.
But in Lin Fan's eyes, this was not a gold-selling cave, but a huge Feng Shui furnace.
There are nightclubs where "five ghosts bring wealth", hair salons where "peach blossoms abound", and countless men and women struggling to survive in big dyeing vats.
Others look at the chest and legs, but I look at fate and luck.
What others seek is a night of spring supper, but what I wish for is a solution to the calamity of life and death.
My name is Lin Fan, an abandoned disciple of Zhongnan Mountain.
With a pair of tricks to see through illusions, I plunged into this ten-mile foreign market.
When I pushed open the ajar door of Sister Man's room, I discovered that under the city's feasting and feasting, there were things more terrifying than ghosts and gods...
"Sister, your eyebrows are dark, and there is blood in this peach blossom."
This is a story about romance, feng shui and weathering.
It will take you back to the gilded era and reveal the past events of Dongguan that disappeared due to well-known reasons.
