When I was eight, I touched a bronze lamp in a general's tomb in western Hunan. That night, my whole body turned green and my fever wouldn't break. The village elders knelt and kowtowed: “The corpse poison has reached your marrow. There's no saving you.” My master, Xuan Chen, came gliding in beneath the moonlight and used a peachwood sword to snatch away my last wisp of life force: “I'm taking this child with me.” Then I encountered one paranormal incident after another in the city.
