Charlatan

Copywriting: Yang Fu, a charlatan who travels all over the world. Relying on his semi-true metaphysical skills, he specializes in exploring haunted places. Wherever there are evil spirits, he can be found fishing in troubled waters. Until that day, he bumped into Sun Zhengchi, the youngest junior uncle of the Taoist sect. This man can't get rid of the dirt in his eyes. He hates swindlers and deceivers the most in his life. He will turn him away to the government whenever he sees him. Yang Fu rubbed oil on the soles of his feet and was about to run away. Unexpectedly, Sun Zhengchi flicked his fly whisk and said calmly: "A fierce ghost will be born here. If you dare to run away, I will tell the people in the city that you are a liar." Yang Fu:? ? ? In order to avoid being caught, liars are forced to work to catch ghosts. So, one was forced to do business and pretend to be a ghost, while the other watched coldly, ready to expose it at any time. Yang Fu was in the front fooling the pilgrims, while Sun Zhengchi was watching from behind; Yang Fu was making small moves in the dark, while Sun Zhengchi was listening next to him. But when the real evil spirit appeared, the first person to stand in front of Yang Fu was the junior uncle who disliked him the most. At that moment, the whisk was stained with blood, and the cold little uncle protected him behind him, saying in a low voice: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Yang Fu gradually discovered that Sun Zhengchi was looking at him more and more strangely. There was less scrutiny and disgust in those eyes, but more possessiveness that made his scalp tingle. What about the agreement that good and evil are incompatible? Junior uncle, if you keep staring like this, all my vest will fall off! Small theater Late one night, Yang Fu was secretly taking off his makeup and changing back to his original appearance in the room. The door creaked open, and Sun Zhengchi leaned on the door frame, staring intensely at his face that was even more attractive without any makeup. Yang shook the armrest and the powder cake fell to the ground: "Little, little uncle? Please listen to my explanation, this is the art of disguise..." Sun Zhengchi approached him step by step, trapping him between the table and himself. His fingertips gently touched the corners of his eyes: "Taoist Master Yang's disguise is really brilliant. He deceived the people in the city and also deceived me for so long." He lowered his head, his breath spraying on Yang Fu's ears, and his voice was hoarse: "However, now that you have been deceived, don't even think about changing it back in this life." Yang Fu: Help, why is the light of righteousness more difficult to deal with than the evil ghosts... ▲Pre-receipt of "Pinch your finger and calculate, you are not allowed to pay for pots and pans" Copywriting: Yang Yiyang, the fortune teller who sets up a stall under the overpass. His main job is reading fortune-telling and feng shui, and his side job is selling newly developed pots and pans for his family. Dad has an attitude of hating him as a fortune teller. It would be better for him to write a line of large characters directly on the sail. "One-stop service for fortune telling, fortune telling, palm reading and facial reading, no compensation for pots and pans is allowed." I thought my life would just go on like this. Until he bumped into a ghost named Shi Ying. The ghost smiled at him as soon as he came up and said something that made his scalp tingle: "It's destiny, destiny." A living fortune teller, a ghost who has been dead for who knows how many years Whoever loves this good match wants it! But Shi Ying couldn't get rid of him or drive him away, so he still had to stand in front of him and watch him deceive others. Yang Yiyang showed people Feng Shui and he commented on it. Yang Yiyang was blowing wind in his ears while he was testing people's words. The master of metaphysics was forced to activate the human-ghost partnership mode. While earning a reputation for his true skills in slaying demons, he was so frightened by this ghost that he made miscalculations with trembling hands. The most terrible thing is that Shi Ying seems to know all the secrets about him. Every coincidence points to the same answer. There was more than just a chance encounter between them. Before even paying out a few sets of pots and pans, Yang Yiyang paid for himself first. But is Shi Ying here to renew their relationship, or is he here to collect old debts? -No compensation for pots and pans How on earth did the magic stick get eaten to death by a ghost? Intention: Thousands of people, thousands of faces, adapt to changes