Snake Calamity

I was born prematurely in a graveyard, a child brought into the world in a place of extreme yin. I couldn’t see for years. When I regained my sight, was it because of Sister Wang’s kindness, or did she have another motive? A gloomy club, customers covered in talismans, a coworker’s funeral portrait, and Old Yang’s warnings: what awaited me in the end was something far more terrifying than the snake disaster.