On a dark and windy night, the old temple in the village collapsed, and a strange group of yellow-skinned children appeared. As the only good-for-nothing in the village who has not been "favored" by the Five Immortals, I was forced to take on this big trouble under the watchful eyes of everyone. My best friends around me gloated: "Look, the Wong Tai Sins don't even bother to look at you." That night, I was picked up from the bed by five pairs of sinister eyes: "Who do you think is a loser?!" From then on, I became the unluckiest agent of the Five Immortals in history. I had to help these five ancestors start their business 24 hours a day. Help, is it too late to regret it now?
