On the night when hundreds of ghosts besieged the city, everyone in the town thought that I, Xiao Dujiang, was going to die. The moment the evil spirit pounced on my cousin, I tore off a piece of homework paper and dipped it in ink to draw a circle. The next moment, the century-old ghost knelt in the courtyard and kowtowed three times, but his cousin was unhurt. Who would have thought that after three years of copying "Liao Zhai" as a textbook, the spells I drew would even be called Patriarch when the judge saw them. Tonight, I'm going to invite that thousand-year-old fox demon over and teach it what it means to use braised meat to bribe ghosts. Isn't it time that the arrogant female heavenly master from the Demon Subduing Department in the capital came? Just in time to show her what it means - the talisman of the world, made by my hand.
