My name is Lin Yuan. I'm a bus mechanic, and I make 3,500 yuan a month.
My fingernails are always black, and I can never wash off the smell of motor oil.
I thought this was all my life would ever be.
That is, until Grandpa Hu San came to my door. “It's time for you to establish your spirit altar.”
The Hu family presides over the altar, the Huang family investigates, the Chang family heals, and the Mang family fights. Plus a bunch of ghost immortals from the Republican era and a black qilin. Other altars don't have them, but we do.
The problem is, not one of these immortals is easy to deal with.
Huang Xiaotian steals my spicy strips, Bai Liusi is as slow as a sloth, and Zhao Laobei asks me “What's a computer?” while holding a calligraphy brush.
I thought I'd handle small cases and make a little money, but then I got tangled up with a criminal gang of rogue cultivators operating across provincial borders.
Even more unbelievable, why am I surrounded by so many love interests?
Only later did I learn that I had descended to the mortal world to undergo a tribulation.
Northeastern spirit medium shenanigans + lighthearted comedy + romantic luck + surviving a tribulation and reclaiming my place. A chaotic stew of fun, packed with thrills and never oppressive.
