My name is Yin Jian, I am a Feng Shui master who is greedy for money and has a vicious tongue. I hold an old compass with a missing corner in my hand. I am destined to have no wife or children, and I will die alone.
There were three cases of strange deaths in Lincheng in a row. The yang energy of the deceased was drained, and there were willow branches inserted upside down in their hands. The irritable detective Li Jianguo came to the door with 100,000 yuan, and the female reporter Su Wan threw 200,000 yuan and a photo - her grandfather died in the old house in Qingwu Town, and the manner of death was exactly the same.
I originally wanted to make a quick buck and run away, but the moment I stepped into Qingwu Town, the compass spun wildly, and the dilemma of a hundred years ago came to light. In order to develop the ancient town, the Shen family dug up the dragon's cave to suppress evil spirits, inserted willows upside down to attract evil spirits and harm people, trying to use the lives of others to pay for the blood debt of their own family's failure a hundred years ago.
The mute mother-in-law's fragmentary painting, the grandfather's legacy, the three fragments of the compass, and the piles all pointed to the corpse coffin buried underground.
There are no ghosts and gods here, only human hearts corroded by evil spirits, and the inevitable reincarnation of cause and effect.
I shouted for money to save my life, but I carried the peach wood nails and chanted the curse to kill myself again and again.
After all, my compass is missing a corner, but the bones that guard the Feng Shui Master's bottom line are not broken!
