During the summer vacation when I was eight years old, I returned to my grandfather's house and heard a woman crying from the east wing every night.
Grandpa said: If you hear someone knocking on the window and calling someone's name in the middle of the night, don't answer. There is no way to cross that door. I didn't listen. Through the crack in the door, I saw a hemp rope hanging from the beam, messy footprints on the ground, and a pair of embroidered shoes with the toes pointing outwards, placed side by side behind the door, as if someone had sat there neatly dressed and waited for twenty years.
Grandpa said it was not a ghost, but a debt.
Later I learned that there was a bigger secret hidden under this land: five copper coins guarded the five directions, five doors locked the same Qi point, and 360 years ago, a bride was sunk to the bottom of the water. Papermaker, corpse collector, puppeteer, ghost walker - five special professions that are about to be lost, keeping the same promise.
My name is Chen Luoan, the sixth generation descendant of the Chen family. The eleven copper coins have been collected and the door is about to open. The promise made by Emperor Gaozu three hundred and sixty years ago must be fulfilled by me.
The so-called taboo is not to make people fear, but to make people remember - remember that some things exist longer than us.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.