On the First Day of Vigil, I Beat the Ghost King Until He Cried

[Metaphysics + Supernatural + Cool Writing + Relaxation + Pretend to be a pig and eat the tiger] A, Tao Yaoyao, a great magician. During the day, he set up a stall and passed the fourth level of fortune telling. At night, he worked part-time in a funeral parlor to make quick money. Terrified by others' vigils, she took Lao Ganma to make instant noodles and calmly chatted with the corpse about household matters, financial management, and sharing benefits. A ghost comes to your door? Casually suppressed. Evil spirits causing trouble? Easily transcended. She was accompanied by a big goose that only ate snail noodles, and an Zulong Sword that she had been clamoring to sell all day long. Trouble on campus, troubles caused by Miao border bugs, thousand-year-old tombs... All kinds of troubles are coming one after another. Tao Yaoyao looked helpless: I just want to make money to pay off my debts, and take my goose to retire safely. You monsters, can you not delay my making money? Don't mess with that college student with the goose, she works part-time as a ghost hunter, and her main job is... Gathering ghost wool.