When Wang Zhiyu met Yan Jiuli for the first time, all the wind and snow fell on him. I wish he had been killed on the spot.
Yan Jiuli stood there without even moving the corner of his clothes. He tilted his head and looked at him: "Is this all you have? The corners of your clothes are slightly dirty."
Those were the words that Wang Zhiyu had ever heard in his life, and they made people want to punch him the most.
Later, he developed a high fever and was carried into the villa by this man. Later, when he ran out of spiritual power in front of the Yin Gathering Vat, this person slapped him on the back. Later he was lying in the snow with his face covered in blood, and the man tied bandages around his eyes.
"It's okay, I'm not dead yet."
The thousand-year-old civet Yan Jiuli specializes in cleaning up the most vicious and evil feng shui situations in the world.
Wang Zhiyu, the last descendant of the Wang family, lost his parents to the shaman's yin fire, leaving only an old book in his hand that was half torn off.
Starting from picking up a life in the snow, he must learn how to break the situation, how to survive, and how to prevent those things hiding in the dark from succeeding.
And the mean-mouthed cat who never abandoned him would probably always stand half a step behind him.
