Record of Taoism in Strange World

At the temple fair when I was eight years old, my grandmother was dragged into the mural by the female ghost in red and disappeared. When I was ten years old, my parents disappeared into the black and white photos taken by the photo studio. The strange street corners and alleys, the missing No. 13 Bus, the ancient mummies in the deserted villages, the blood moon in the sky, the weird things born in the city, the ancient stories of gods and ghosts, strange resurgences, the retreat of the living, dormant in the dark, This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.