Don't Let Them See Through Me, It's All Ghosts Out There

Gu Linyuan spent three years in a psychiatric hospital.

His medical records were clear: paranoid delusions, intermittent mania, and violent tendencies. Long-term inpatient care recommended.

Every day, he spouted nonsense, snatched things from people, and was held down by orderlies and force-fed medication. Whenever he saw a nurse, he shouted, “There's a ghost!” He crouched in a corner, drawing circles no one could understand. Everyone said he was beyond saving.

Only he knew that everything he said was true.

Three years ago, just before his master died, he pressed nine “Guardian Marks” into Gu Linyuan's chest. They were the final legacy of an ancient line of Night Watchers. Whoever bore the marks could restrain every evil spirit under heaven. But they also became the most tempting prey in the eyes of every otherworldly species. If his aura leaked out, the creatures across the city would swarm him like sharks scenting blood. Every senior member of his sect had died that way.

His master left him with one final instruction: “Hide. The crazier you seem, the better.”

So he hid in a psychiatric hospital. The area was awash with the auras of strange beings, like murky water that was perfect for concealing him. For three years, he had made himself into a joke, a hot potato, a lunatic everyone avoided. ...

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