Synopsis:
Xie Qi has no family background or academic qualifications. All he has is a talent for fortune-telling.
From feng shui for homes to improving romantic luck, and reading palms, faces, and fortunes, there's nothing he can't do, and nothing he gets wrong.
With his fortune-telling tools, Xie Qi can make a living each month, and one big job can keep him comfortable for several more.
But he's a fortune-teller! Not a doctor! What's the point of all you ghosts from the underworld coming to me with colds and fevers? Wait, how can you still catch colds and fevers when you're already ghosts?
Ghost One: Master, that's not important. I just need a talisman to soak in water.
Xie Qi stared blankly as the ghost in front of him gulped down the talisman water in one go, then let out a satisfied burp.
Ghost One: Ah, that's better.
Xie Qi looked up at the line stretching all the way to the street corner. "Are all the ghosts from the underworld this fierce?!"
A little scene from the underworld:
Ghost Two: Ah, Master Xie's talisman water works wonders. One gulp and my back stopped hurting, and my legs stopped aching.
Ghost Three: Yeah, yeah! It even cured my three-hundred-year-old laryngitis.
Ghost Four: You call that impressive? Master Xie's talisman water cured my wife's infertility!
Ghost Two and Ghost Three: Um... As expected, Master Xie's talisman water cures every illness.
