My name is Lin Fan. I’m a broom-wielding Daoist boy from Mount Longhu and a part-time fake fortune-teller. After my unreliable master kicks me down the mountain, I arrive in Jianghai City with fifty yuan to my name and a crumpled marriage contract, planning to scrape by with livestreamed fortune-telling. I haven’t made a cent when I run into an icy CEO who insists on breaking off our engagement, along with a horde of demons and monsters surrounding her. The city looks bright and glamorous, but I smell a familiar stench of rot from the gutter. Looks like my expertise might actually come in handy.
I only wanted to earn enough to cover living expenses, but I’m forced to take on a lifetime service contract for “five thousand a month.” My employer, Su Qingwan, has been targeted by an ancient cult that worships the Three-Faced Buddha. They believe she is carrying the “holy fetus” they’ve sought for a century. From her haunted villa, to Qingshan Hospital, where the remains of a pregnant woman who died fifty years ago are hidden, to a forbidden altar deep in Mount Longhu where an evil creature is sealed away... With my left arm half-corrupted by yin energy, half-human and half-ghost, and a strange bronze mirror that bleeds in my hand, I clean up these untimely “filthy things” for my boss in the space between science and the supernatural.
