Other people study medicine to save lives. I study medicine to arrange ghostly weddings for gods.
All to pry the lingzhi mushroom from his coffin and save my brother.
But the moment I signed the blood pact, this god woke up
Xie Wujiao, the last Rain Master, who worked himself to death three hundred years ago, with a face so handsome it could make gods and mortals jealous. His first words were a frosty contract: “Help me find my bones, and I’ll lend you my divine power.”
Me: Is it too late to call off the wedding?
From then on, I heal people with silver needles in one hand and beat up monsters with demon bones in the other. I’m also forced to become this amnesiac god’s “human power bank.”
Then the capital’s top information broker saunters over, fanning himself: “Miss, buy some intel and get a god-slaying guide free!”
Then the government’s big shot privately approaches me: “Truth is, the emperor’s on his last legs. All that’s missing are those bones you’ve got…”
I’m a barefoot doctor who only wants to bring my brother back to life.
He’s a Rain Master with a bad temper who only wants to piece his divinity back together.
And there’s a theatrical pavilion master, frantically raising his favorability with both sides of the law.
Against all odds, our ridiculous crew gets tangled up in the ultimate script: a battle for the right to rewrite the world!
“Friendly reminder: The old gods are dead, the new gods have yet to be chosen. Backstabbing each other during our partnership is prohibited… probably.”
Now, the absurd show of taking bones apart, mending the Heavenly Way, and saving the world along the way is about to begin.
