My name is Yin Jian. I'm a greedy, sharp-tongued feng shui master, clutching an old compass with a broken corner. My fate is marked by the character for “widower”: I'm destined to have no wife or children, and to die alone.
Three strange deaths have occurred in quick succession in Lin City. The victims had all their yang energy drained, and an upside-down willow branch was planted beside each body. The hot-tempered detective Li Jianguo shows up with a hundred thousand yuan, while reporter Su Wan offers two hundred thousand and a photograph. Her grandfather died in an old house in Qingwu Town, in exactly the same state.
I was planning to make a quick buck and get out, but the moment I set foot in Qingwu Town, my compass spun wildly, and a dragon-trapping formation from a hundred years ago came to light. The Shen family had dug up the dragon's lair that suppressed evil spirits while developing the old town. The upside-down willow branches were being used to draw evil spirits and kill people, all in an attempt to pay off the blood debt from the formation they broke a century ago with other people's lives.
The mute old woman's unfinished painting, my grandfather's last instructions, the three fragments of the compass: every clue points to the corpse-sealing coffin buried underground.
There are no ghosts or gods here, only human hearts corrupted by baleful energy, and a cycle of karma no one can escape.
I keep saying I'll take the money and save my own skin, yet time and again I charge into danger with peachwood nails in hand, chanting spells to suppress evil.
After all, my compass may have a broken corner, but my resolve to uphold a feng shui master's principles is still intact!
