Miss Tianshi's Ghost Hunting Record

(Atypical Taoist text, don't take it seriously + contains a lot of self-made + combat + light + not invincible) The blood moon is in the sky, and crow feathers cover the sky. When the curtain between the underworld and the human world is torn apart, only the one holding the lamp can bring the souls back to their place. The last trace of life was curled up in Fumu's closet, and the girl's nails were dug into her palms. The rust-colored waning moon penetrated the window lattice and burned spider web-like blood marks on her trembling back. Those legends of cannibalism are wandering between your fingers - the scratching sounds in the closet in the middle of the night, the ghostly figure smiling back to back with you in the mirror, and the thing dragging outside the door at this moment... Are they mother's embroidered shoes? Squeak— A glimmer of light trickled down the cabinet door. The black Taoist robe reflected in the girl's eyes was like ink, and the broken charms glowed like fireflies on the sleeves of the visitor. The young Taoist priest who called herself Shi Muyao stood against the light. Her left hand, which was covered with cinnabar rope, held half of a mahogany sword, while her right hand held a piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake. "Do you want to know what happened?" She bit the yellow talisman between her teeth and smiled lightly amidst the smoke. "There are more than three monsters in this house." The dead silence when the copper bell broke the child, maybe the netherworld, has quietly arrived.