In the fourth year of opening up the valleys of the Great Wilderness, the same wind blows for a thousand miles.
Evil ghosts have risen in the mortal realm, though somehow, things seem a little off.
"How much for the ten little fiends hanging outside your door?"
"Ten taels for all ten."
"No, five taels for ten."
On Guangling's bustling streets, the Ghost Portrait Garden lets people tease male and female ghosts alike. The ghost market has sprung up, selling ghosts into servitude. The Shadowplay Hall is the largest ghost-binding bureau in all of Guangling, and every year at least a thousand idle people with nothing better to do take the exam to become government ghost hunters. Shops forge weapons from ghosts' yin essence. Everywhere, ordinary neighbors can be seen grabbing their own ghost servants, shouting at them and beating them...
This world has to be going crazy.
One day, Feng Wu woke up to find ghosts all around him. Terrified out of his wits, he hurried off to find his benefactor, never imagining that although his benefactor was handsome, he was a bit lacking in the brains department.
His benefactor pointed ahead and said, "Look, there's a carriage." Feng Wu squinted. Something felt off. Damn it! That was a rock! How the hell did he think it was a carriage?!
People aren't afraid of ghosts, ghosts are afraid of ghosts. The Three Realms have really gone off the rails.
The receiver is cheeky and shameless, has no idea what dignity is, and can stay serious for no more than three seconds at a time.
The gentle top treats the receiver best in all of the Yellow Springs, though his eyesight isn't very good.
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