Global Ghost Disaster: My Body Is Covered in Vicious Ghost Organs

The supernatural returns, vengeful ghosts run rampant, and the order of the world collapses.

When encounters with ghosts become commonplace and despair becomes a familiar taste, the world becomes a living hell, scarred and ruined as far as the eye can see.

My name is Yu Liang, and lately I've felt that something is terribly wrong with my body.

My eyeballs roam freely beneath my skin. My hunched shadow looks like that of an old man nearing the end of his life. My palms are covered in barbs, and mud keeps pouring out of my body.

Of course, the strangest thing of all is my man-eating ghost-slaying blade, Hizakiri Jizo.

I've been through a lot and traveled to many cities. On balconies, rows of dried corpses hang out to dry, looking from a distance like strips of cured meat.

People whose faces have been peeled off still work diligently from nine to five, until their skins rot and decay. Only then do they all move together to the next city.

Nooses hang over the provincial capital, so densely packed they seem endless. Hanging from them are ghost slaves with blank expressions and milky eyes, unable to struggle.

I am a ghost slayer and ghost controller who walks the line between life and death. But if I die, believe me: I will become the most terrifying nightmare of those still alive.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.