Born into a mysterious family of Taoist practitioners, I grew up surrounded by talismans and coffins. I thought my days would pass as quietly as still water, until a family secret exploded like a thunderclap: I was a once-in-a-century “coffin-warding fate,” destined from birth to become entangled in strange matters of life and death!
An ordinary coffin-removal assignment unexpectedly uncovered a terrifying truth buried for years. The seemingly common coffin held an ancient evil sealed within. If it ever emerged, disaster would engulf the living. Gripping a cinnabar brush, I used my blood as a guide and drew life-and-death talismans on the coffin, facing the evil in a desperate struggle. As the talismanic light flickered, life and death hung by a thread.
After that, strange events came one after another. In deserted villages and old mansions, vengeful spirits prowled and wailed in anguish; in abandoned hospitals, sinister energy filled the air and ghostly shadows lurked everywhere. Relying on the Taoist arts passed down by my ancestors and my own courage, I traveled between the worlds of the living and the dead, suppressing evil and guiding lost souls onward. Every talisman I drew was a contest with death; every coffin I sealed was an act of protecting life.
In this world of the unknown and the terrifying, I gradually began to realize that a shocking conspiracy seemed to lie behind it all, and I was being drawn into it step by step. Was this fate, or had someone arranged it all on purpose? Read on to see how I wield my brush as a blade, fight my way through life and death, unravel the layers of fog, and protect the peace of the human world!
