This is a world where demons have returned and ghosts run rampant, split equally between yin and yang.
As the clock strikes midnight, a little blood-red hand gently taps the windowpane, making an unnatural sound.
You're about to wash up when you look up and see your reflection in the mirror smiling at you without expression.
In the restroom, two pitch-black hands hold a red sheet of paper and a blue one, whispering softly in your ear.
In this world overrun with ghosts, Lin Jiu has become the Yama of the Ninth Hall in the Underworld.
A little girl's figure seeps through the ceiling, and her two hands keep growing longer as they reach for Lin Jiu.
"Lord Yama, that fat guy is calling."
Lin Jiu opens his eyes and gives it a casual glance, then turns over and goes back to sleep…
This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any similarities are purely coincidental. Do not imitate.
