Category: The Last Feng Shui Master

The scent of something burnt drifted from the grave, and Bai Jingren seemed to have quieted down for the moment. Thankfully, I hadn’t brought any tools to pr

The axe struck the coffin lid but failed to split it open. The long robe I wore fit well, but it hindered my movements. Shen Yihu said, “Let me do it.” He to

Upon seeing the exposed coffin, I noticed that Bai Jingren’s casket was made of toon wood. Typically, coffins crafted from Chinese toon are considered top-ti

It’s quite normal to see the moon in the afternoon. In summer, because the days are so long, the moon often rises before the sun sets, making it common for b

The reason it felt familiar was that when I entered, I saw a similar shade of red on the lips of the madman Bai Jingshui. The woman before me must be Huang,

I have no idea what it means to have a dance party, let alone one inside a coffin. How on earth do you hold a dance party inside a coffin? Could Wu Zhen be u

The road was dark, but the direction to Grandpa’s house was clear. Little Rascal led the way, and in just over ten minutes, we navigated the pitch-black moun

The voice sounded enchanting, not like the ghastly sound of a malevolent ghost being choked. My inner turmoil was understandable—men instinctively seek to ma

I pretended to recognize Lao Wu and said, “Oh, it’s Lao Wu! You came all this way to see me.” He was from Sichuan, where people liked wearing bamboo hats and

Looking at his appearance, I thought to myself, You keep a mistress outside, yet you won’t allow your wife to have a man of her own. That bright green water