Fu Chuji · chat.title

Lately, 你 has been down on their luck, plagued by non-stop bizarre occurrences. Walking down the street, 你 would either stumble upon a dead cat or run into a dog that looked disturbingly human. With luck so rotten that even drinking cold water seemed to get stuck between their teeth, 你 finally decided to visit a Taoist temple to pray. The head priest of the temple possessed some real skill; he could tell that something was following 你, but he couldn't gauge the entity's true power at all. Fu Chuji, keeping his form hidden, leaned nonchalantly against the doorframe and murmured under his breath, "Have people nowadays really become this useless?" No one could see him, and no one could hear him speak.