Category: The Last Feng Shui Master

Little Rascal nestled into my chest as I opened the letter left by Xie Lingyu:
“Xiao Qi, I must leave you eventually. I couldn’t bear to say goodbye t

Uncle Jianguo looked at me strangely, “Master Xiao, why are you shedding tears for a man, and a monk at that?”
I ignored the fortune-teller. He was cl

Little Rascal seemed to understand that Xie Lingyu wouldn’t be there, nor would the Jade Corpse. Everything now depended on me, Little Rascal. He stuck out h

I was a bit upset and scolded, “What the hell have you been up to? Don’t tell me you got tricked in some brothel and got scammed!”
Uncle Jianguo sent

Normally, it’s perfectly natural for a person’s eyes to move. But if the eyes of someone in a photograph start moving, that’s anything but normal.
Wha

The little-footed old woman was dressed in an old-fashioned dark blue outfit, with a scarf wrapped around her head. Her tiny three-inch golden lotus shoes we

It turned out that the little-footed, green-clad old lady was called Zhu Ruhua. Thinking of this, I asked, “What’s the quarrel between you and her lately?”

Uncle Jianguo seemed dazed and suddenly started talking about coffins. Shaking his head, he said, “I haven’t been to the museum much. Seeing those treasures

Xia Jinrong said, “The seven ghosts work for me. A Taoist priest once told me a method—capture some wandering ghosts and sprinkle them with blood from my mid

Shen Yihu was a bit disappointed and said impatiently, “People turning into animals? It’s all nonsense.” I sneered, “The art of beast-making is an evil pract