The so-called Mr. Yin Yang, this is a special profession in the folk, its connotation is very rich, they do not belong to any sect, just some ordinary people, but because of their possession of extraordinary skills, they can exorcise demons and evil spirits among the people. It can be said that it is a folk exorcist. The origin of this profession is very ancient. By the end of the Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China period, due to the chaos of the world, monsters must appear, so there were the most strange things at that time, and relatively speaking, the Republic of China period was also the most brilliant era for Mr. Yin Yang's profession.

  Many famous people were from that era, of course this is just a story told by my ninth uncle, otherwise in such a harmonious society, how could I have known such reactionary things. Until after liberation, due to the special nature of this profession, masters of yin and yang and those who jumped over gods were labeled as witch doctors and became typical examples of anti-revolutionary and anti-scientific education, paraded through the streets for criticism. Many skilled masters of yin and yang were elderly people, think about it, they could hardly withstand such turmoil.

  After experiencing a decade of catastrophe, there were hardly any Yin Yang masters left in China. Many folk skills had been lost. Later, I thought carefully and realized that this was actually the best outcome. After all, in this high-tech era, such professions involving gods and ghosts are no longer needed. Moreover, anything related to gods and ghosts would be classified as feudal superstition.

  In fact, there is another reason why these ancient folk professions are considered superstitious, and that is because some unscrupulous individuals deceive people. They pretend to be "masters" and use their silver tongues and sleight of hand to swindle ordinary people out of their money. After all, those who truly understand the skills are few in number, while the deceivers are many.

  My ninth uncle once told me that the Yin Yang masters can be divided into two factions. One is called the 'White faction' which refers to the orthodox Yin Yang masters, and the other is called the 'Blue faction' which refers to those who are charlatans living off their mouths.

  Although after that, the motherland was booming and the shadow of Mr. Yin Yang Bai Pai could no longer be seen, a harmonious society will always lack swindlers. With the added pressure of today's society, many people in the upper class have begun to indulge in the way of gods and ghosts, so in recent years, the "Blue Tao" swindlers have emerged one after another like bamboo shoots after a spring rain. In order not to be harmonious with society, they usually open shops for a living on weekdays, but behind their backs, they are doing the business of cheating gods and ghosts.

  Unfortunately, the boss of 'Fuzetang' where I work, Mr. Wen, is actually a thoroughgoing old swindler. On my first day at work, he called me to the back room and talked with me for an entire morning, teaching me the tricks of the trade and how to cooperate with him in deceiving people. This left me utterly dismayed, never having imagined that I, a genuine heir of the 'White Sect', would end up working for a swindling old charlatan like him.

  Looking at Wen Shu's sly appearance, I had an idea that I didn't want to continue working here. Because Jiu Shu had explicitly asked me to swear an oath not to use my skills to cheat people out of their money, if I stayed here wouldn't I be slapping myself in the face?

  But if I don't do it, won't I be going back to my otaku lifestyle? Do I have to go and do those jobs that pay me 150 a month, just thinking about it is terrifying.

  So I made up my mind to just stick with it for now, after all, the one who deceived people was Wen Shu, that old scoundrel, not me. Moreover, if I find out there are real "hysteria" patients here, I can secretly help them, and in that case, I won't be disgracing Ninth Uncle's reputation either. As soon as I thought of Ninth Uncle, I decided no matter what, I couldn't tell him where I'm working now, or else he'd fly into a rage, and I'd definitely get scolded.

  When it comes to Wen Shu, this old swindler, after my observation over the past few days, he indeed has a talent for deceiving gods and ghosts. Many people who come to seek his help with fortune-telling, selecting auspicious locations, and dispelling evil spirits are left in a daze by him. I couldn't help but sigh in admiration, this is indeed an impressive skill.

  At first, I was still a bit unaccustomed to this deceptive life, but after more than a month, I gradually got used to it. Because those who came to find Wen Shu were mostly wealthy people and high-ranking officials. They had done too many things that they couldn't show in public, so when something strange happened, they would suspect ghosts and gods were at work, when in fact it was just their own psychology playing tricks on them.

  To be honest, I really look down on this kind of person. I think Wen Shu earning their money is not wrong at all. These so-called high-ranking officials and rich people don't care about the many poor people in society who need their help, but they can spend tens of thousands of yuan to buy a Buddha statue without batting an eye. They deserve to be cheated by Wen Shu.

  Actually, Uncle Wen is quite good to me. After I got familiar with him, I basically didn't have any reservations in front of him. When he played cards, I often helped him look at the cards beside him. Uncle Wen seems to like me too, after all, I'm still quite clever. And my mouth is also poor enough, he said I'm quite like himself when he was young.

  But Wen Shu had only one requirement for me, that is the only shop rule "Do not have any contact with people inside 'Yifuguan' across the street."

  I find it strange that whenever Wen Shu mentions the 'Yifuguan' across the street, he looks like he's suffering from a deep-seated grudge, gritting his teeth as if the people inside owe him tens of thousands of dollars.

  But looking at Wen Shu's appearance, I didn't dare to ask for the reason. Anyway, my daily work is quite leisurely. Wen Shu said that in this line of work, there is no distinction between master and apprentice. Wen Shu asked me, your position here is an apprentice, learn well, and when you become skilled, you can make a living on your own.

  I'm just pretending to get along with him, but deep down I actually despise him. You see, my friend, I have real skills, unlike you who only knows how to play tricks and talk nonsense.

  Actually, these days are relatively leisurely, because my basic daily work is just sweeping the floor and buying things like yuanbao candles at wholesale markets. These things can be sold for 20 times their cost after being handled by Ninth Uncle. I really admire him on this point.

  So I spent several months here safely and peacefully, until something happened around December, which was like a catalyst that indirectly affected the second half of my life.

  It was an afternoon, after lunch, I had nothing to do with Uncle Wen, so I sat next to Ninth Uncle to watch him play cards. The warm sun in the afternoon made people feel very lazy. After watching for a while, I unknowingly felt a bit sleepy. So, when Ninth Uncle wasn't paying attention, I slipped behind the cashier's desk and, with my hands supporting my face, dazedly fell asleep.

  But before I could fall asleep, the door suddenly opened and a woman carrying a child walked in, bringing with her a chill. It was freezing outside, and the woman, wearing a down jacket, was holding a tightly wrapped little boy whose face was bright red from the cold.

  I took a look and somehow they looked familiar, as if I had seen them somewhere before. The woman walked into the store and asked me, "Excuse me, is Mr. Wen in?"

  Looks like it's another rich person coming to see Uncle Wen for a heart problem, I thought to myself. So I shouted towards the inner room where Uncle Wen was playing cards: "Customer's here!"

  Wen Shu heard that there was a customer at the door and immediately came out, putting on a very serious expression, and said to the woman: "What do you want to buy? Our small store has all kinds of gods."

  Who would have thought that the woman, as soon as she saw Mr. Wen, burst into tears and said: "Mr. Wen, I was introduced by our unit's Manager Zhang, everyone says you're particularly effective, please, please save my child!!" After finishing speaking, she actually knelt down in front of Mr. Wen.

  I and Uncle Wen hurriedly helped her up, asking what was going on, only to see the woman ask Uncle Wen: "Can your backyard be used?"

  Wen Shu nodded, knowing that she must have had some inconvenience, so we came to the back room. The back room was Wen Shu's bedroom. The woman undressed the child and let him turn his back to us.

  I and Uncle Wen looked up, the result of this look was not good, it almost took my life! I almost threw up. All I saw was that on the back of that little kid's right ribcage grew something like a tumor, dark purple in color, with blood vessels all over it, but most amazingly, this tumor had grown into an exact replica of a human face. With a nose and mouth, eyes tightly shut, quivering with each breath of the child, as if it were alive.

  "This thing is simply too evil! I saw this kind of thing for the first time, it's just like a scene from a horror movie! Looking at that little boy who was having trouble breathing, I suddenly remembered that I had seen them on the bus when I went to school to hand in my paper a few months ago! This kid is the same chubby kid who stole my baozi!"

  At this time, looking at the kid, there is still a bit of chubby appearance, to exaggerate, almost thin as a skeleton. No wonder I didn't recognize them earlier.

  It seems that this time things will not be ordinary, I concentrated my mind and looked at the child's forehead, which was already a piece of black air, and the fire on his body was weak and pitiful. You know, the fire is the foundation of human survival. If a person's fire is very weak, then he will likely be plagued by illness, and if he is even more unlucky, he will often see ghosts.

  Now this little fatty is extremely weak, if you don't think of a way to save him, he might not last two more days. Wen Shu was also frightened by the disgusting tumor on the child's back, and he hastily said to the woman: "Don't worry, what exactly happened, tell me, maybe I can help you."

  The woman then put the child's clothes back on, sat down on a stool with the child in her arms and sobbed out the ins and outs of this strange affair.