The Pure-Hearted Young Taoist Says He's Here to Repay a Favor

Xi Chu had always been different. He could see ghosts wandering the world, and even the “aura” surrounding the living.

As a delicacy to ghosts, he had been entangled with them since childhood.

Fortunately, a wandering Daoist priest gave him a red oil-paper umbrella as a protective talisman, helping him get through more than twenty years in relative safety.

He might have been a loner, but at least he was alive.

Then his protective talisman broke, and Xi Chu's life was in danger.

Just as he was about to die, someone burst through the door.

Barely able to breathe, Xi Chu looked toward the sound, his eyes shining.

Could this be the legendary peerless hero?

Wait, Hero, why are your legs shaking?!

Aren't you a Daoist priest? Why are you afraid of ghosts?

Being scared of ghosts was one thing, but the young Daoist was also making improper advances toward Xi Chu.

One moment, he was coolly banishing ghosts despite his cowardice; the next, a single word from Xi Chu had him blushing bright red.

Xi Chu: I've been single for twenty-five years, and this is the first time I've met such an innocent young Daoist.

Because of his unusual constitution, many ghosts came to Xi Chu, hoping he would help them fulfill the obsessions they had left behind and find release.

But Xi Chu usually refused.

That is, until he accidentally saw the black aura rising from his own body in a mirror: …

So Xi Chu agreed to help Xiaoxi, a female ghost who had been haunting him for a long time.

The young Daoist was like a brave puppy. Even when Xi Chu made it clear they had no chance together, he stayed by his side and refused to give up, joining him in the investigation.

But as they investigated, an unseen thread seemed to wind its way through Xi Chu's fate and an old, unresolved case.

As they gradually untangled the web and the fog lifted, what lay behind it was a conspiracy decades in the making…