Urban Soul Picker

[Urban Supernatural] + [Folk Weirdness] + [Qimen Feng Shui] + [Folk Secret Technique] + [Imagination] + [Tianshi] + [Spell] + [First Person] My name is Shen Fan, 23 years old, an ordinary undergraduate graduate. When I came to this city, I submitted hundreds of resumes and went through dozens of interviews. In the end, all I got was the sentence "Go back and wait for notification." After hitting a wall everywhere, I used the second-hand hybrid SUV my dad gave me to work as an online ride-hailing driver. I shuttled between bars, KTVs, and high-end residential areas every night. I never thought that this helpless choice would allow me to see another world. The weird things started with an order to the funeral home. From then on, weird "passengers" and things happened one after another. I was so frightened that I had to turn to my grandfather who owned a clothing store in the old street for help. The day after taking over the inheritance, my grandfather only left me a yellowed copy of "Collection of Souls" and a piece of paper: "I have to leave for something. From now on, you can take care of this store, so you don't have to look for me." In this way, I was tied to this white shop filled with incense, candles, paper money. After that, my nights were no longer just about getting from point A to point B. I began to learn what my grandfather left behind, identify wandering spirits, and resolve obsessions. Even fight against evil spirits who try to disrupt the order of yin and yang. On this road leading to the depths of people's hearts and the netherworld, I gradually understood that what my grandfather left for me was not only a ghost shop, but also a job as an urban soul picker guarding the balance between the human world and the strange. This story is purely fictitious and any similarity is purely coincidental!