Zhao Ritian comes down from the mountain on his master’s orders with nine marriage contracts in hand. He plans to quietly break off the engagements and become a small-time antiques dealer, making a living by spotting hidden treasures.
But he has forgotten that his “Heavenly Eye” can do more than see through the millennia-old glow of Qin bricks and Han tiles. It can also see the deadly yin spirits haunting wealthy women!
The day he breaks off an engagement:
The icy CEO says, “Zhao Ritian, you country bumpkin. You’re not fit to enter my Lin family’s home!”
Zhao Ritian calmly tears up the marriage contract. “Fine. But keep wearing that jade pendant that feels like a ghost choking you. At a quarter past midnight, remember to order yourself a coffin.”
That night, the once-arrogant eldest daughter of the Lin family kneels outside Zhao Ritian’s shop, trembling. “Mr. Zhao, please save my mother. If you can save her… I’ll do anything.”
At an antiques appraisal convention:
A top expert declares, “This is an authentic Han dynasty piece, worth a fortune!”
Zhao Ritian sneers. “The painting is real, and so is the person living inside it. Whoever buys it will die. Don’t believe me? Listen, the woman in the painting is laughing.”
Gorgeous women:
A cool, glamorous CEO, a seductive businesswoman, a sweet school beauty, a fiery female warrior…
Zhao Ritian says, “One at a time. You there, your constitution is too yin-cold. You’ll need three courses of massage with my ‘pure yang hands.’ Take your clothes off first.”
With one pair of eyes, he appraises the world’s treasures. With one talisman, he subdues the city’s demons.
Anyone I, Zhao Ritian, choose to protect is beyond even the King of Hell’s reach. Anyone I, Zhao Ritian, choose to crush won’t be saved even by Heaven!