In late autumn, I received news of my grandpa's death outside the province and rushed back. During the burial, I always felt that the coffin was unusually light. My grandpa once taught me how to identify herbs under the grape trellis, saying that peppermint can ward off evil spirits. But he passed away suddenly and didn't even leave a decent photo.
When I was sorting through my belongings, I found a leather notebook, which contained the coordinates of the mountain behind the mental hospital. The snake-shaped seal on the last page was consistent with the pattern of the jade pendant that my grandfather often rubbed. I sneaked into the back mountain and met my grandfather. He ran a pawn shop and specialized in collecting resentments from the underworld...
After I took over, weird things like hospital gowns, paper money and butterflies kept happening...
It turns out that my grandpa did not die of illness, but used his own name to work in the Yin and Yang world. I look forward to one day being able to pawn off my memory and replace it with that ordinary grandpa...
