The Half-Baked Feng Shui Master: I Became a Legend Through Hands-On Ghost Hunting

Lin Jingran, nicknamed Dogshit, is the most hopeless half-baked feng shui master in the old district.

He has no real skills and is a coward, getting by on the old notes his grandfather left behind. That is, until his childhood friend kneels before him, crying that the secondhand house he bought is haunted and his wife and son are close to dying.

For two thousand yuan, Lin Jingran steels himself and goes over.

He steps on wet hair as soon as he walks in, hears a woman crying by his ear, and watches the compass needle spin like a fan. At last, he uses mugwort to drive off the female ghost, only to discover the belongings of a drowned ghost from the Republican era hidden under the bed.

Even more frightening, the broken compass his grandfather left behind is somehow connected to the female ghost.

Before he can catch his breath, another job comes in: a three-year-old girl won't stop crying at night, saying that a little ghost is watching her from outside the window.

This time, the visitor isn't just a little ghost. There's also his grandfather's junior apprentice, along with a cult.

A half-baked feng shui master is forced onto the path to godhood.