On a rainy night in Shanghai, Lu Ye, a defector from the Tianshu Group, kicked open the door of a junk shop in Xiacheng District. 85% Of his body is prosthetic, and the military chip in his spine is about to overload and self-destruct, but the gun is pointed steadily at the young boss wearing a green cloth gown: "Borrow a place to hide, Taoist priest."
Gu Qinghe put down the soldering iron in his hand, glanced at the bleeding joint on his neck, and slowly put a piece of yellow paper on his forehead: "I am a Feng Shui master, not a Taoist priest. Also, your evil spirit has affected my financial position."
Everyone in Xiacheng District knew that Lu Ye, the former chief security officer of Tianshu Group, was a mad dog who would die if he messed with him. But no one knew that this mad dog would appear in Gu Qinghe's shop on time every night, relieved of his anger, and obediently waiting for the cold beauty to draw talismans on his mechanical spine with cinnabar.
"Gu Qinghe, the chip is hot again today." Lu Ye chewed on the cigarette and leaned the back of his neck, with a careless scorn in his tone, "I need to pay more."
Gu Qinghe's pen tip didn't stop and he said calmly: "Do you want to pay more? Tonight's soothing incense will be halved."
Later, the Tianshu Group launched the "Pulse Change Project". The neon lights in the upper city drained the atmosphere of the lower city, and countless prosthetics lost control and went crazy. Lu Ye, armed with a gun, stood in front of Gu Qinghe and killed through the entire block.
Someone asked Lu Ye why he fought so hard. He wiped the blood from his gun and glanced at Gu Qinghe who was setting up a formation behind him: "My Feng Shui master said that this place is my birthplace. Whoever touches it will die."
[Cyberpunk + Metaphysical Ghost Hunting + Powerful Mutual Favoring]
[The ruffian spirit protects the shortcomings of the prosthetic boss attack × the cool and ascetic ancient method of Feng Shui master]
