After three years of working as a handyman, I didn't have any spiritual energy at all.
After the heavy rain, he fished out a monument from the bottom of the latrine.
In the monument is an ancestor who transformed into a god. He died three hundred years ago and now only has one breath left.
"Worship me as your teacher."
"No thanks." Chen Xiaoman said, "I'll feed you first."
So he fed him soup, water for washing pots, and rotten fruits on the table—whatever he had.
A handyman who collects dung, an old ghost who is about to leave.
The two people climbed up from the pit.
Looks good, hope not to disappoint