Northeast Spirit Medium: All My Immortals Are Trouble-Makers

When Chen Jiu was seven, he ran into a weasel wearing a bellyband in a graveyard.

It stood up, bowed, and asked, “Do I look like a human, or a god?”

Chen Jiu blurted out, “A god!”

Those words bound seven immortal patrons to him, and not one of them was easy to deal with.

Grandpa Huang San had a sharp tongue and complained every day that the incense offerings weren’t enough.

Hu Tianba had a short temper and was ready to throw punches after three sentences.

The female ghost immortal Liu Yurong kept a cold silence, and when she finally spoke, it was always to say, “Don’t make me cross the river.”

Chen Jiu spends his days arguing with his immortal patrons, joking around with clients, and getting under his rivals’ skin. His life is a complete circus.

But when real trouble hits, these prickly immortals are more dependable than anyone.

And Chen Jiu himself is a hundred times more reliable than he looks.