Tomb Raiding: So Many People Are Chasing Me, and Ghosts Count Too

[Native protagonist + adored by everyone + painfully straight + later tries to set his brothers straight (and fails) + no System, not transmigrated into a book + happy ending] I've read countless fortunes in my life. The most accurate one was the reading I did for myself: ten deaths, no chance of survival. The divination said I should have been dead long ago. Yet I survived, reading feng shui and fortunes for others, and occasionally fixing cars. All in all, life was pretty peaceful. My fate is like green bamboo: it bends but never breaks. My master said people like me are magnets for things that want to get their hands on us. Later, to repay a favor to my grandmaster, I tipped off Third Master Wu, and the divination changed. After we entered the tomb, things kept chasing us from behind. Every evil creature recorded in the ancestral texts showed up, without exception. I closed my eyes. I could hear footsteps and feel breath behind me. The barefoot prints that had been following me finally stopped. I took a deep breath and turned around. "That's it?" Only later did I realize that some people are even harder to escape than ghosts. All my life, I'd encountered evil spirits from every direction and read the fortunes of the living and the dead. But in the end, the thing I found hardest to understand... was people. I looked at them, then at the fortune slip on the wall that read "ten deaths, no chance of survival," and suddenly felt like laughing. The fortune hadn't lied. I hadn't died, but the path to survival was getting narrower and narrower. I suddenly remembered what my master had said: people like you are magnets for things that want to get their hands on you. Back then, I hadn't asked whether he meant ghosts or people. Now I knew. Both.