A Humble Man, I Became a Country Warlock

No heroineFeng Shui MetaphysicsModern Anti-Japanese War In the twelfth lunar month of 1935, at the age of 13, I had my last wowotou. I gave it to the old man in the ruined temple who was about to freeze to death. The old man wiped it on my eyelids. From now on, I can see things that others cannot see—— There are three fires on the head of a person, and there is good and bad luck on the house. I knew something was going to happen at the first sight of the gray fog in Liu Mazi's house. The night the Japanese entered the village, seventeen people died. I hid in the ruined temple, and the temple door closed by itself. Mr. Guan's eyes seemed to move. There was a hole as big as a bowl on Zhang Laosan's back. I slapped it with a talisman and the bleeding stopped. The Japanese searched the mountain, and I pushed two to three hundred kilograms of rocks by myself. Now my comrades call me "Little Sir" and say that I have supernatural powers. The compass in my hand will turn on its own, and there will be a way to survive wherever it points. True and false? What happened in the twelfth lunar month of that year, I still don't understand.