The Yang Path and the Yin Underworld

In this vast human world, countless beings live their lives. Humans have their own path, and ghosts have theirs. Beneath the light lies darkness, and beneath the darkness lies light.

He is an extraordinary man who walks among the living while doing the work of the underworld. He is not quite a Yin-Yang Master, yet he does the work of a ghostly constable, all while earning his keep in the world of the living. He travels between the realms of yin and yang, maintaining what order he can. By day, he is human. When night falls, it's time for him to start his "night shift."

One lantern, one cigarette, a line of lost souls bound for the underworld.

One bowl of soup, one bridge, and this life is left behind.

A gust of wind, a burst of flame, reincarnation returns the self.

A cry, a sob, may this life bring no regrets.

One step forward, another step past, don't pretend when it comes to human feelings.

A note of sorrow, a sigh, may this life leave no regrets.

One foot dragging, one step faltering, silver hair at the temples, eyes fixed on the River of Forgetfulness.

One tear, one feeling, nothing compares to time's merciless passing.

One lantern, one cigarette, a line of lost souls bound for the underworld.

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.