[Urban supernatural powers + lighthearted comedy + no female lead + partly wish-fulfillment + thoughtful protagonist + unconventional + realistic modern folk customs]
(The story starts a little slowly, but gets better and better as it goes.)
Zhao Yan was an utterly ordinary young man. His greatest talent was pretending to be an idiot.
On the night he failed the college entrance exam, a beautiful woman struck up a conversation with him at a barbecue stand.
Zhao Yan thought Heaven had finally smiled on him.
He followed her into a hotel room, where three other people were waiting. A burly man slashed the woman’s throat, and blood spilled everywhere.
“I hear every member of the Zhao family has a tomb inside them.” The burly man crouched down. “Buried in that tomb is Guoshan, the ancient god who devours ghosts. We’d like to see for ourselves.”
Before his father died, he had warned him: once that thing was touched, there would be no turning back. If he could pretend to be an ordinary person for the rest of his life, then that was what he had to do.
But the others gave him no chance to keep up the act.
Zhao Yan stopped smiling.
“My father said I wasn’t allowed to use it.”
“But it seems you have no intention of talking this out with me.”
No one could have imagined that this good-for-nothing, who had spent seven years playing dumb, would eventually rise to the very top of the entire world of supernatural beings.
