Urban Fantasy Begins with a Night Shift at the Cemetery

A small, inconspicuous ad: Cemetery night guard wanted, one position. Monthly salary: 4,000, meals and lodging included. Phone: XXXXX.

Ling Ao looked at the ad he'd torn off a telephone pole. Recently discharged from the military, he was in urgent need of a source of income for various reasons.

He had no idea that the decision he'd just made would suddenly thrust him into a world both familiar and strange.

A cemetery that had existed for a thousand years. Gravestones without photographs. And rows of eerie, solitary graves.

All kinds of strange offerings, and all sorts of bizarre visitors at the graves.

Who was buried here? Why hadn't any new "guests" moved in for so long?

Not long afterward, an old beggar appeared, and Ling Ao saw the other side of this world.

A civilization from after the severing of the link between Heaven and Earth, where spiritual energy was weak but had never disappeared.

Ancient clans, accumulated beneath the barren mountains for a thousand years. Astonishing treasures hidden within sword patterns beneath layers of rust.

A chilling sword aura concealed beneath the suits of merchant families, primeval ferocious beasts and rare, wondrous flowers deep in the ancient forests...

Glazed bones and immortal skin sold in the ghost market...

Just because two worlds have never intersected doesn't mean one of them doesn't exist.

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