I Work as a Feng Shui Gentleman in the Entertainment Industry

In Temple Street, Hong Kong Island, at the end of the arcade, there is a Feng Shui pavilion without even neon lights. A has-been movie king, a crazy martial arts star, a king who has been sucked into luck - every guest who walks in has his or her own ghost. Bailong has only one rule: you can change your life, but you have to pay the price. Twenty-two-year-old Zhou Yan originally just wanted to find a job and survive. But he became Bailong's only apprentice and inherited a copper compass, a string of beeswax bracelets with twelve cracks, and an entire ledger full of names and prices. He soon discovered that the master was not saving people, but using his own life to pay off other people's debts. Three or four hundred lives were changed, each one taking a small piece out of the lungs. And Zhou Yan's lungs were cracking day by day. He has only two options: quit and leave alive with half his life left; or do the same thing as Bai Long - write his life in the ledger and pay the debt to the end for the next person who deserves it. He chose the third option.