My Creepy Lalala Is Super Stylish

I, Zhang Yang, haven't even inherited the family legacy and learned the Zhang family's spells, and now I'm being thrown in at the deep end as the altar master? Who says the altar master has to lead by example when it comes to killing ghosts? And why did the supernatural start reviving the moment I took over? Luckily, I'm really good at bluffing. The other side has no idea what trump cards I have. First move: “Do you know who I am? Never heard my religious title? What backwater did you crawl out of? You haven't heard that, but surely you know the surname Zhang, right?” Second move: “Paid your respects to a gang yet? Who's your boss? You're one of Da Zai's boys? Well, look at that, we're family! Hop in, I'll give you a lift.” Third move: “Can't keep bluffing? No problem! My ghost ride can bluff for me!” That's right, I've got a vehicle: a ghost ride. It exists beyond the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements, carries ghosts, and provides compassionate care for them. Whether you've lost your head or your feet, this ride offers every service under the sun, including but not limited to sewing your head back on, finding you a home, and tying you to your destined match by a thread of yin fate. “Keep your head in, tuck your feet in, fried brains, blood, and crispy bones for sale!” Actually, my ghost ride can really hold a lot. Want to gang up on me or take me on one at a time? If you choose one at a time, we'll each take you on one at a time. Got any objections? I can let the passengers talk to you.