“A fortune-teller said I would be born on the fifteenth day of the seventh lunar month, the Ghost Festival. I was born under an ominous fate, and many filthy things would take the chance to borrow the weight of the child in my mother’s womb to be reborn. Mine was an extremely yin fate. Even if I survived, I would fall into dire straits through an unnatural death, with no way to escape.”
“Sure enough, the night I was born, it was exactly midnight on the Ghost Festival. Thunder roared and rain poured down. In the shadowy woodpile and the dark passage outside the courtyard, towering ghostly figures filled the darkness.”
“To keep me safe, my father and grandfather went outside the courtyard to seek help from an expert, resolutely setting out on a road of no return…”
