Night Walker with Lantern

Name: Night Walker with Lantern
Author: Xin Xiaoran

by Xin Xiaoran

ongoing Xuanhuan Eastern Fantasy Male Lead

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26Kwords11chapters

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Ch. 11 — Ordinary Day

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About This Novel

Legend has it that there are three types of people in the world who can see ghosts. When a person is about to die, his yang energy is weakened, and ghost shadows pour in from the hole between yin and yang, crowding his eyes. A newborn baby, with its eyes open, will smile or cry in an empty corner - that is not willfulness, but seeing something that adults are unwilling to admit. There is another kind of person who chooses himself. At some point they push open a door they shouldn't and they can never go back. There are not many such people from ancient times to the present. Xu Fu in the Eastern Han Dynasty, Li Chunfeng in the Tang Dynasty, Xu Ziping in the Song Dynasty, and Liu Bowen in the early Ming Dynasty - written in the official history, they were fortune tellers, national advisors, and counselors. Written in another old pile of paper bitten by insects and rats, they have a common name: the lantern holder. Take the fire at the junction of yin and yang and burn it in a copper lamp. You can travel between yin and yang and find your lost soul. A person who holds a lamp will be alive when the lamp is there, but when the lamp goes out, everyone will die. But that's not the scariest thing. The most terrifying thing is that the lamp illuminates not only the road ahead, but also the shadow of the lantern holder himself. There was something hidden in that shadow that even he himself didn't know. One day, that thing will look back at him and say - "You're finally here." In the 17th year of the Republic of China, the French Concession in Shanghai. It has been three years since Chen Ye returned from Nanyang. Carrying that old copper lamp, he walked back seventeen lives between Yin and Yang. What he didn't know was that the fire in the lamp was turning black little by little, and the wound on his palm was opening little by little. Like an eye.