Have you ever met a real geomancy master from Northeast China?
The proprietor of Fortune Hall on Central Street in Qiqihar is called Hu Shuo.
Everyone laughs at his ridiculous name, unaware that he truly has a gift.
When businessman Niu Zhuangzhuang's fortunes collapse and misfortune strikes one after another, he comes to ask for a reading.
With repeated calculations using the Four Pillars, Zi Wei astrology, and six-line divination,
a horrifying curse that would leave him without descendants comes to light.
The moment the reading is complete, disaster strikes.
His son and daughter are suddenly in a car accident, their lives hanging by a thread.
Is someone behind this, or has feng shui claimed their lives?
What kind of conspiracy lies buried beneath the ancestral graves in the desolate hills?
A tale of the supernatural, feng shui, and fate in rural Northeast China, where one game decides life and death.
Open the pages of My Years as a Yin-Yang Master in Northeast China.
Very well written, keep it up
Good little dragon vein