My Days Practicing the Left-Hand Path in America

With a bang, a gunshot rang out in a small town in the western United States, and a burly man in the middle of a smash-and-grab was shot down.

Watching the car drive away, Tang Zhen stood on a deserted street with no cameras in sight.

He formed a hand seal, drew the man’s dead soul into his sleeve, then stuffed the body into a corpse-nurturing bag no bigger than his palm.

He couldn’t help but marvel: what a free and happy land~~