I Became the White-Clad Impermanence!

Jiang Xiaotian sits on his bed, holding a piece of joss paper.

It’s ghost money, the kind burned for the dead.

Large patches of dark red stains cover the paper, as if blood had dried on it!

A faint, sickening stench drifts through the air.

Jiang Xiaotian found this ghost money on his way home from work.

When he picked it up, it was real money, but by nightfall, it had turned into ghost money.

No matter where he throws it,

it always turns up beside his bed the next day.

Even burning it to ashes doesn’t help!

Until a fortune-telling Taoist priest appears…