My Years as a Spirit Medium

A strip of red cloth, three chi and three cun long; the old hall’s people and horses, the old hall’s immortals.

Born with a bond to the immortals, I carried a whole retinue of spirits on my back and became a freak in everyone’s eyes. Was it fate, or someone’s design?

Can eating Tai Sui really make you immortal? Can eating human flesh keep you forever young?

Let me take you into a supernatural world unlike any other. Here, the ones who harm you aren’t necessarily ghosts, and the ones who protect you aren’t necessarily human.