Exorcism in Los Angeles? Just talk it out!

Transmigrating to another world, Los Angeles, and inheriting a nearly bankrupt paper-crafting shop. Evil spirits rampant? Exorcisms too difficult? No problem, Li Ang has a system—[Entries: Spreading Lies] [Entries: Calling a Deer a Horse] [Entries: Confusing the Public] Others' exorcisms: peach wood swords, black dog blood, chanting sutras and drawing talismans, a near-death experience. Li Ang's exorcisms: a mirror, an old newspaper, and a silver tongue; the evil spirit collapses and cries on the spot. A client's daughter is possessed? That's schizophrenia, medication recommended. A senator's house is harassed by a cursed spirit? That's a competitor's doing, fake death suggested. Accidentally boarding the No. 13 death bus? A bus full of evil spirits look at each other in bewilderment—Li Ang: "Brother, we're on the same side." Evil spirit: "This person is one of us, can't be touched." Exorcism through words, specializing in dealing with all kinds of disobedience. What? Bloody Mary has a million-dollar bounty? Li Ang stroked his chin: "Um...can we talk?" "Exorcism? I only rely on talk-no-jutsu—" "Don't believe me? Then I'll demonstrate..." "Hey, why are you coughing up blood? Don't die! Everyone saw it, he died from coughing up blood himself, it's not my fault." [PS: The synopsis is weak, please read the main text. The author's style remains consistent.]