This is a diary of strange things from walking in the streets and alleys, collecting strange anecdotes scattered in mountain legends and after-dinner meals. This book narrates those strange things that have been erased by official history and covered by the dust of the years - the funeral procession with souls tied with red ropes marching on the official road at night, the figure of the deceased reflected in the mirror of an ancient house, the white lotus lantern emerging from the old well in the deserted village every full moon, the fisherman salvaging a burial jade bracelet with the birth date engraved on it from the bottom of the river...
The stories in the book are not fabricated, but are based on fragments of folklore classics, with cinnabar annotations to clear up the fog: the midnight haunted house that seems to be haunted by ghosts and gods is actually the life-killing curse of centuries-old souls in the Feng Shui Bureau; behind the "flesh Buddha" enshrined in the ancestral hall lies the secret method of food sacrifices passed down from generation to generation; and the "Yin soldiers borrowing the passage" incident that shocked the whole city actually involved a soul-eating contract during the warlords' melee...
