I'm Not a Magic Stick, I'm a Witch God

My grandparents were great dancers. My family is in the mountains in the outskirts of Longli County, Guizhou Province. We in Miao Village used to have such people, but now there are very few of them. I didn't like reading when I was a child. My classmates in elementary school all called me Xiao Shengun. I don't know whether this title is good or bad. After graduating from junior high school, I went to the city to drill screws. I don't know why, but every night I dreamed about my grandma teaching me spells, mainly Feng Shui and exorcism. I felt something different in myself. It seemed that my eyes hurt so much that I couldn't open them when I went to work every day. Eyes, I finally had to pack my things and leave the factory. I slept under the bridge in the county town and didn't know how to survive. Thinking about it, I blame myself for being ignorant and not studying hard. Now no one wants a place to work. I only have 10 yuan left. I go to the square to buy it. I ordered something to suppress the protest in my stomach. I was walking and looking, and suddenly I found a fortune-telling stall on the edge of the square. At this time, I felt happy. I can do it. From that day on, the trajectory of my life was changed. My eyes no longer hurt and I can still see things that others cannot. . . . . .