My Fortune-Telling Is So Accurate, Every Hong Kong Police Chief Has Their Eye on Me

(The author’s other novel, Is Sewing Up Corpses Really That Hard? Forensic Doctors Across Hong Kong Beg Me to Take Them as Disciples, is now available!) [Period setting + the occult + a touch of crime-solving]

After Ye Zhiyu, an heir to the Celestial Masters’ Taoist tradition, failed her tribulation and became the child bride of a villain destined to die horribly in a period novel set in Hong Kong...

Ye Zhiyu felt the two dimes in her pocket, then headed to the footbridge to set up a fortune-telling stall.

Everyone else hung a bagua banner over their stall. She was different: her shabby piece of cardboard bore two big words, “Fortune-Telling!”

“Pretty girl, your boyfriend dismembered your daddy and hid him under the floor tiles in your house.”

That very day, police found a man’s remains beneath the tiles of a wealthy businessman’s villa and confirmed he was the girl’s biological father, the tycoon in question.

“Brother Shan, with all that ghostly romance around you, how could you ever meet your true love? She’s a ghost bride!”

Three hours later, Ah Shan stood among the graves on the mountain, sobbing.

“Handsome, your gold is tainted with yin energy. Someone stole your good fortune, and your family will suffer for it!”

The tall man Ye Zhiyu had read as destined to bring misfortune to his own family looked at the familiar swindler before him. His brows twitched, but in the end he couldn’t bring himself to be cruel. He took a hundred dollars from his pocket and set it down at her feet.

Ye Zhiyu: “?” What kind of lunatic was this? She wasn’t begging for alms!

Was that girl at the footbridge who shouted to attract customers really a fortune-telling prodigy?

The serial murder case that had baffled investigators for twenty years was solved, and the key figure turned out to be that little loudspeaker from the footbridge?

The villain who’d passed by her countless times without ever getting a name: Sorry, but she’s my wife!