I Have a Special Talent for Running Into Evil Spirits

[Writing is hard, so please support the official version, QAQ. On Jinjiang, 1,000 characters cost just three cents.] [My next book will be This Ghost Story Is Real. If you're interested, click into my author page and add it to your favorites~] Skin worn by the possessed, monsters on a train, coffins hanging upside down, corpses with swollen bellies, a driver who doesn't exist, a mysterious haunted building... Yi Shu even discovers that there's something strange about himself lately. 1. Alternate universe, shounen-ai. Please don't nitpick details or repost. This story is best read at night. 2. Episodic format. Yi Shu (bottom) x Qin Xiao (top). 3. An early work, so please be gentle. Comments and favorites are appreciated. My author page has other completed works, so feel free to check them out. Sending each of you a big kiss =3= Please favorite my author page: Mobile readers, tap here: My next planned story, please add it to your favorites~ This Ghost Story Is Real: tap my author page in the app or mobile site to see it. Desktop readers, click here: Blurb: When Lin Yanzhu received a fan challenge, he was wiping down a porcelain heirloom passed down by an older relative. The comments flooded with demands to see the family treasure on livestream. He smiled and turned the camera. "This is a blue-and-white Eight Treasures vase. There's a crack on the bottom..." The vase suddenly tilted three inches toward the camera. The comments exploded with, "Look at the mouth of the vase!" In the close-up, five gray-blue fingers were slowly reaching out from inside it. The livestream was quickly taken down, but searches for it still exploded. While Lin Yanzhu was utterly baffled, he received a private message from Xie Qingluan: "Mr. Lin, what you were wiping wasn't an antique." Before the young man in a Daoist robe knocked on his door, Lin Yanzhu swore he was still a levelheaded young socialist successor. That was until he watched the security footage and saw the Eight Treasures vase wandering down the corridor at midnight, its mouth stained with blood. And that was only the beginning. One eerie event followed another. While filming a promotional vlog at a museum, he saw the figures in a portrait of court ladies move an inch closer to the edge every night. At a sculpture village he visited, an unfinished clay sculpture suddenly developed a beauty mark identical to Lin Yanzhu's. Even his family seemed a little strange... Standing before a roaring statue of the Thousand-Handed Guanyin, Lin Yanzhu looked like a living man whose soul had died. "Daoist Xie, you always say we should believe in science. Can you explain why all thirty-seven Buddha statues are looking at me?!" Xie Qingluan remained perfectly composed. "Science is... the latest generation of AI face-swapping technology. Look how realistic the effects are." Lin Yanzhu touched a shard from the Guanyin statue that had flown over, and thought in despair: Should I really have been wiping down something other than that antique vase that day, like my shattered worldview and dust-covered soul?! Theme: Folk customs and traditions, prosperity through hard work