I'm Shen Yanchuan, and I'll make this clear:
Every god worshipped in a temple is a fake.
An old ledger in my left hand, a vermilion “Inspector's Seal” on the right side of my chest.
I deal with every kind of fraud dressed up as the supernatural.
Fake Mazu? Tear it down. Fake Yingge? Break it up. A water cult using a god's name to eat people? Rip it out by the roots.
Gods go out of their way to avoid me. Demons and ghosts bow their heads when they hear I'm coming.
Some people laugh at me. “You're just a mortal. What gives you the right to judge the gods?”
Hah. I can't even remember my own surname or who I was in my past life.
But there's one thing I do remember:
This seal recognizes me.
A single burn reveals who's a true god and who's just a human pretending to be one.
This “mortal” is going to tear down every lie on your altars, one by one, today.
