Between the moss-grown beams of the ancestral hall, in the reflections of the embroidered bronze mirrors, in the sound of the watchman's clappers at midnight, there are countless pairs of sleepless eyes hidden deep in the folds of the Chinese earth. This book contains forty-nine strange stories rooted in the streets and alleys. Each story is like the tea dirt that has settled at the bottom of an old tea bowl, brewing a spine-chilling mellow flavor over the years. This book is not only a simple compilation of strange stories, but also a puzzle of folk memory reconstructed with modern narrative. Those restless souls wandering in the process of urbanization will eventually find their home among the pages - and you will be surprised when you finish the book. The oldest fear has always grown in mankind's eternal desire for warmth.
