A little horror + comedy + infinite-flow + national fortune + first-person narration
Shh! Don't say a word. My right eye can see ghosts.
With the Ghost Festival approaching, all kinds of eerie beings have their sights on me,
and to ghosts, I'm a delicious treat.
From then on, I had to survive one bizarre ordeal after another.
…
A snarling ghost charged at me, so I smacked it across the face.
The ghost was stunned. So was I.
You guys, who would have guessed?
The old man who tells fortunes at a street stall on the overpass goes to work at the Special Affairs Bureau with his employee ID.
The refined white-collar worker in gold-rimmed glasses pulls a suppression talisman out of his bag.
The little girl with twin ponytails and a lollipop in her mouth pulls a huge cleaver from behind her back.
