Tales of Feng Shui

My name is Chen Fan. I'm a feng shui master, and I'm broke.

My daily routine: inspect people's homes during the day, then take under-the-table jobs sleeping in haunted houses at night.

That is, until I move into a villa that eats people.

That night, I dig up a soul-subduing box beneath the floorboards. Inside are a strand of hair and a birth-date horoscope.

The horoscope turns out to be mine.