I was born with a calamity hanging over me. Starting on my fifth birthday, my grandfather burned a substitute effigy for me every year to take my place in death.
On my eighteenth birthday, he gouged out his own eyes and died under mysterious circumstances.
A white tiger carrying a corpse, the Eight Fiends at Heaven's Gate, a boat on the River of the Dead... The world of feng shui is full of treacherous twists and turns.
For me, the most important thing is simply to stay alive...
