I was born bound by a Maoshan Yin Pact, destined to die before my twentieth birthday.
My master said I was the last disciple of Maoshan, with an unusual fate that could carry on the Daoist tradition.
But the first time I went down the mountain to exorcise evil, I encountered a paper bride in a century-old haunted house.
Paper figures bore the bridal sedan, and red candles wept blood. The bride turned out to be my junior sister, who had been missing for three years.
Worse still, the Yin Pact, which should have extended my life after I defeated the evil spirit, began draining my remaining years at a terrifying rate...
