[When half of a gray-grey face was reflected in the glass of a convenience store late at night, Lin Xiaomeng was squatting in front of the shelves to take stock.
The instant noodles in her hand fell to the ground with a clatter - the shadow had no legs, its neck was twisted into a weird arc, and it was seeping out of the freezer behind her.
This is the seventh day since she traveled to Mingyue Town.
She originally thought she was just an ordinary migrant worker in a small town, until at three o'clock in the morning, in the sound of rain, she saw the old woman selling chaos in the alley with half a hemp rope hanging around her neck; until when she was collecting firewood, a glowing eyeball rolled out of the pile of firewood; until that cold-faced man who always appeared on rainy nights, holding half a broken page of the town's newspaper and saying: "You are not lucky to be able to see them."
Lin Li, a descendant of the Onmyoji of the Republic of China, is somehow trapped in this small town where yin and yang overlap.
He said that the ancient house in Mingyue Town was a rift between yin and yang, saying that those spirits wandering around the world should have entered reincarnation long ago, and even said——
"The scent of osmanthus you smell is mixed with the smell of blood and rust from a hundred years ago."
And when Lin Xiaomeng found half of a death tablet with her name engraved on the beam of an ancient house, all the truth began to unfold: the red hijab bride she always saw at midnight with a splitting headache, and the ashes she always collected inexplicably while collecting firewood, turned out to be the price of maintaining her "spiritual eyesight"; and the man who always said she was "meddling in other people's business" used blood-stained talisman paper to block the fatal blow for her when she was bitten by a ghost.
The handwriting on the last page of the Zhenzhi was blurred, but the moment she touched it,
