After being beaten down by society, Chu Huan decides to follow in his father's footsteps and return to his hometown to become a charlatan—well, a half-baked family heirloom charlatan. Life spent relocating graves, summoning spirits, and practicing Feng Shui isn't so bad. Except for the strange mutations that begin occurring with the unnamed deity statue enshrined at home—mutations that started the moment he returned. The tall, bronze-corroded body suddenly gains streaks of vivid red. The roughly carved robes take on the texture of real fabric. Even the face becomes obscured as if veiled, the features now indistinct. Baffled by the statue’s changes, Chu Huan is shocked one day to find it has moved from its pedestal—to his bed. The nearly four-meter-tall figure makes the wooden bed creak pitifully. Layers of crimson wedding robes and an intricately tasseled veil completely conceal "her" face. Only a pair of pale, cold hands rest demurely on "her" lap. Hands so large they could easily encircle his waist. Chu Huan has an epiphany: "Ah, so this is my wife." My cheat ability? (×) My wife? (√)