My grandfather was a Taoist master, and his world was filled with Feng Shui, physiognomy, Taoism and Yin Yang. After his death, I inherited his mantle and his "trouble." It's as if supernatural events all over the world have found new prey.
Are the cries late at night on campus the reluctance of the departed soul, or does it hide a deeper secret?
Why are zombies hesitant about Feng Shui Master? Is it a thousand-year curse or an unfinished fate?
Is the shadow of death in the hospital a natural law or the work of supernatural forces?
Is the phantom of the theater an echo of history, or an intersection of reality and illusion?
Are the whispers coming from the ancient tombs a warning from the ancients, or a call from another world?
Behind every incident, there are mysterious faces, and I seem to be their only answer. But the truth is far more confusing than it seems.
