I woke up one day with a sharp-tongued old ancestor in my head.
To earn money for living expenses, I was forced to start livestreaming fortune-telling.
A viewer faked his death to scam insurance? I helped his wife catch him live instead.
A viewer's brow was dark with misfortune? I told him not to play cards tonight. He refused to listen, lost his last pair of pants, then got on his knees and begged me to take him as a disciple.
Then a blank-ID viewer sent ten luxury gifts and spoke in an eerie voice: “Junior Sister, it's been a thousand years. How is Master?”
My hands shook with fright. “Who are you, dude?”
He laughed. “The one in your head is my master.”
Now this thousand-year-old senior brother is blocking my doorway, staring at me with blood-red eyes:
“Hand over Master, or... become my bride.”
I whipped out my jade pendant. “Old Ancestor! This guy's trying to scam me!”
In my mind, that cool female voice gritted her teeth:
“Wretched disciple! I'll strike you down myself!”
[What to Expect]
Livestreamed mysticism + hilarious ghost-catching + a thousand years of master-disciple grudges
A sharp-tongued old ancestor × a snarky girl, performing a daily 24-hour comedy routine
A pure-yang, ghost-fearing academic ace × a junior schoolmate awakening her bloodline, with campus romance and mutual teasing
Mysticism meets university calculus, while the old ancestor gets hooked on internet slang
“I just want to be an ordinary college girl. Why do I have to save the world every single day?!”
