[Feng shui literature + slap in the face + master descending from the mountain + single female protagonist + no system] Others borrowed money to bring good fortune, and my grandfather guaranteed death.
He was only given an account book full of names and a last word: "Stay in the mountains and never go down!"
But I want to go down the mountain.
I kicked open the door of the funeral hall of Zhou Jiren, a master of Feng Shui, and publicly settled the "Centennial Wenqi Loan" that he had owed for thirty-seven years.
The head of the wealthy family, who was in constant panic, blocked my way and said in a trembling voice:
"Mr. Lu... That luck... Can you pay it back in installments?"
I looked at the black energy lingering in his hall and smiled:
"Okay, I'm afraid your whole family can't afford it."
I hold heaven's abacus in my hand, and I bear a blood feud.
In this world under the mountain, all the worms who thrive by stealing their luck, all the white-eyed wolves who let down my grandfather's kindness——
None of them can escape.
