God Destroys Man

My name is Chen Tang. I am forty-six years old. I live in Yangzhou. I have no serious job and make a living by reading Feng Shui and fortune telling. When I was nineteen years old, I had just arrived in Yangzhou and was penniless. A heavy rain trapped me at the bus stop. I thought I had just met a kind-hearted person, but I saw a magic mirror with a "soul-locking buckle" in front of her house. I touched the dense yellow talismans on the door of my room. That night, the taciturn Xiao Ke suddenly spoke in the darkness and told me something that I had never mentioned to anyone. I burned paper money on the balcony every night, and the death of my master Gu Changqing. Half a talisman, a possessed boy, a karmic debt spanning eight years. I must find the cinnabar pen buried under the seven-star pile by the master before the seal completely collapses, and finish drawing the talisman. Aunt Zhou will not let me go so smoothly. She has waited for eight years, waiting for someone from Jiamu Qisha to replace her son. That person is me. [Author's statement: Please do not elevate the author or reality, do not believe in metaphysics, and do not imitate.