Picking Up Merit at Crime Scenes Today, Too

Nuwa never imagined she would have to repay the karmic debt she incurred mending the heavens by working a day job in the twenty-first century. By day, she was a newly graduated intern in the mystic arts. By night, vengeful ghosts knelt before her, crying, "Lady Nuwa, spare us!" A weasel spirit wailed that its ancestral grave had been occupied, a red-clad senior student went on a murderous rampage, and a nine-tailed fox appeared on a livestream, leaping across rooftops. A gargoyle from Notre-Dame in Paris spoke in a foreign tongue with a chunk of corpse in its mouth, while a bronze dragon at the Metropolitan Museum in New York stole and ate Tang sancai pottery. Suspects? No, they were escaped relics from Sanxingdui. While she livestreamed her ghost hunts, the comments section unanimously claimed they had seen a snake’s tail flash by. Feng Tianning: Enough pretending. I’m Nuwa.