At No. 58, Sixiang Road, in the old district, there is a strange little general store.
Along with groceries and daily necessities, its shelves are packed with odd handicrafts that hardly anyone would buy.
The shop's gramophone often plays the Great Compassion Mantra, and a brass wind chime can often be heard ringing at the end of the alley in the middle of the night.
Most absurd of all, the owner, Jiang Qing, looks like she has transcended worldly concerns, but people have secretly seen her wearing little wolf ears and cosplaying.
Lu Huaiqian is a walking bad-luck generator.
He can tell a genuine Northern Song dynasty official kiln piece from a Ming or Qing counterfeit, but he can't tell the cinnabar from the goji berries on Jiang Qing's shelves.
"Exiled" by his family because of his bad-luck constitution, he stumbled into the general store on a stormy night.
This unfortunate man in a suit shattered the blue-and-white porcelain jar Jiang Qing used to suppress an evil spirit. She chased him for three blocks with a broom, while the hundred-year-old seductive ghost inside the jar livestreamed on her phone: "Guys, this is where love begins!"
Later, he became an "unofficial employee" at the general store.
On his first day, he wrote out an employee handbook by hand.
1. If you break a handicraft, you must pay with your flesh (Jiang Qing's note: Use your body to block the lightning!)
2. No soaking coffee in incense ash (But after he sneaks a drink, he can see ghosts)
3. Whatever Boss Jiang says is right (This rule cannot be changed)
Upcoming cases:
Why do elderly people at a nursing home all become demented after having their photos taken?
Why does the same light keep coming on late at night in an office building, as white-collar workers die one after another from overwork?
Why do food delivery orders on stormy nights always come with a rotten umbilical cord, while the delivery riders keep dreaming that their bellies are swelling and they're giving birth...
Half-demon shopkeeper × unlucky young master
2025.5.11
Theme: May all obsessions fade away, leaving peace and happiness
