The Yin and Yang Past of Jinmen

I never dare to write this novel on a cloudy day or at night. Because I worry that in the dark night, before I finish writing an experience, that scary face will appear on the window; or when I am immersed in the memory of someone who has passed away, he will suddenly slap me on the back. Over the years, those people who were once alive and had supernatural powers left me one by one. The magic of Baojiaxian, the strange things on Shenyang Road in Jincheng (the same name as Panjiayuan), and the legends of the old buildings in the concession also disappeared with them. So I know that if I don't write it down, my grandmother who can make the difference between life and death, the antique dealer who lives in the world of Yin and Yang, those Jianghu people who believe most in Yin and Yang, those Taoist priests who kill immortals on the surface, the gods in various statues, and the various diseases faced by psychiatrists, the real Yin and Yang Jianghu, no one will know anymore. In the past twenty years, all the strange and bizarre things I have experienced in Jingu are by no means as simple, far-fetched, and mystical as those so-called gossips, scheming, or even Lolita nowadays. So much so that I finally had to get out of there. A real Yin and Yang Jianghu, we begin. (This article is based on a true story. The characters and plots are fictitious. Please treat it rationally. If you are sick and need medical treatment, and if you don't have money to work hard, don't take it for granted.)