Memoirs of Strange Events: I Became a Ghost Taoist

My name is Sang Huai. Ever since I heard a story from one of my grandmother’s incense-loving friends when I was ten, I’ve kept having the same dream, like a TV series playing on repeat. This went on for over a decade. But recently, the dream suddenly stopped, and my memories of what I saw in it have grown increasingly hazy. To keep the dream from disappearing completely, I’ve decided to record it in writing... In the dream, my name is Sang Huai too. When I was ten, my entire family suddenly vanished, and my grandfather’s comrade pulled me out of a coffin smeared with pig manure. He took me in and became my master. From then on, I studied ghost hunting under him while investigating my family’s disappearance. But then, one day, my master vanished too...