With orthodox Taoist scriptures in hand and Yin-Yang Heavenly Eyes awakened, Ye Mo roams between the worlds of Yin and Yang, using the Taoist canon as his foundation. Heaven is round and earth is square; the nine laws are laid down. I now write, and all ghosts shall hide!
When a hundred ghosts roam the night, Ye Mo raises his right hand slightly and casually traces shapes in the air. Flecks of golden light glimmer at his fingertips, their faint glow dancing like sprites in the darkness as his fingers form a pattern...
P.S. Alone and cold on the road, the night stretches into silence. I can't write a proper blurb, so just read the story.
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
