I inherited my second uncle's old-fashioned barbecue shop. Thinking the Fox Immortal's ancestral tablet in the back room was bad luck, I tossed it straight into the trash.
At midnight, a pretty girl in a floral cotton-padded jacket sprang out of the bin, hands on her hips as she scolded me. "Wang Dabao, I've waited a thousand years for you, and you dare throw me on the trash heap?"
Only then did I learn that my family had been spirit mediums for eight generations. Now it was my turn to take over the spirit altar.
The proud nine-tailed fox immortal Hu Cuihua took up residence at my stall. A weasel eagerly ran errands, while a huge white snake curled up by the charcoal stove to keep warm.
Everyone from the surrounding villages came to me to deal with hauntings and evil spirits. Other spirit familiars helped their masters cultivate, but my fox immortal only accepted grilled skewers as payment.
She promised to help me through every tribulation, on one condition: I had to keep the skewers coming for the rest of her life.
Only when all nine of her tails appeared did I realize that this seemingly ravenous Northeastern fox immortal had a terrifyingly powerful background!
[Supernatural suspense] [Northeastern spirit mediums] [Folk horror] [Hilarious wish fulfillment] [Everyday life]
