On a rainy night in New Shanghai, Lu Ye, a fugitive from the Tianshu Group, kicked open the door of a secondhand shop in the lower city. Eighty-five percent of his body was cybernetic, and the military chip in his spine was about to overload and self-destruct. Yet his gun remained trained steadily on the young shopkeeper in a blue robe. "Let me hide here, Daoist."
Gu Qinghe set down the branding iron and glanced at the blood seeping from the interface at Lu Ye's neck. Unhurriedly, he stuck a yellow talisman to Lu Ye's forehead. "I'm a feng shui master, not a Daoist. Besides, your baleful energy is disrupting my wealth corner."
Everyone in the lower city knew Lu Ye, the Tianshu Group's former chief security officer, was a mad dog. Whoever crossed him died. But no one knew that this mad dog showed up at Gu Qinghe's shop every night without fail, shedding all his murderous fury and obediently waiting for the cool, beautiful man to draw talismans in cinnabar on his mechanical spine.
"Gu Qinghe, the chip's burning up again today." Lu Ye clenched a cigarette between his teeth and leaned his nape toward him, his tone laced with casual insolence. "That'll cost extra."
Gu Qinghe didn't pause his brush. "No extra money. I'll just cut your calming incense in half tonight."
Later, the Tianshu Group launched the "Meridian Reformation Plan." The neon lights of the upper city drained the earth's energy from the lower city, and countless cyborgs went berserk. Armed with nothing but a gun, Lu Ye fought his way through an entire street to protect Gu Qinghe.
Someone asked Lu Ye why he was risking his life. Wiping the blood from his gun, he glanced at Gu Qinghe, who was setting up an array behind him. "My feng shui master says this place is my way to survive. Anyone who touches it dies."
[Cyberpunk + occult ghost hunting + powerful duo who dote on each other]
[Rough-edged, fiercely protective cyborg top × cool, austere feng shui master versed in ancient methods bottom]
