I’m Just a Makeup Artist, So How Did I Become the Boss of the Spirit Trade?

Everyone thought I was a taciturn good-for-nothing, living off my master, Old Liu, at his funeral shop and waiting to die.

That was until my master was murdered. Ma Chao from our rival, Yong'an Hall, came with his men to collect a debt and threatened to scatter my master’s ashes.

I endured it. I played along. Until that brute laid a hand on the memorial tablet.

At that moment, I was no longer Chen Fu. I was the sole heir to my master’s forbidden legacy.

Touch an object he left behind, and I could see its past.

From a scalpel, I learned the secret of my master’s investigation into Yong'an Hall’s collection of lingering souls. From a teacup, I saw his final struggle before he died.

They thought I was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. But right in front of them, I exposed the fake IOU with just a few words, then frightened them half to death with a “supernatural” trick.

A threatening phone call and a bizarre business involving someone who had “come back from the dead” dragged me into the abyss for good.