The Hong Kong Island Warrior's Guide to Slaying Ghosts

“My name is Ma Shihao. The brothers I ran with used to call me Master Ma.

Five years ago, I was the hottest guy in Yau Ma Tei, with pretty girls all around me and loyal brothers at my side, until a deal went south and the cops caught me. I spent five years behind bars.

The day I got out, the sunlight stung my eyes. Walking along Nathan Road, I saw ghosts drifting through the streets.

Ha! You wouldn't believe it if I told you. Somehow, these eyes of mine, used to seeing blades flash, had opened to the world of yin and yang.

At first, I thought I was haunted. Those ‘filthy things’ chased me like a dog, until I punched the arm off a starving ghost and realized: So ghosts are afraid of a hard enough punch?

I don't know any fancy moves. Just a little Chi Sau and Hung Kuen. Fighting ghosts is the same as fighting gang traitors: be ruthless, hit hard, and make every punch count!

The dagger that got me through all my past trouble was stained with my pure yang blood, and now it can unleash a red flash that sends wandering ghosts wailing for their mothers.

What I never expected was that my sweet little sister had a secret of her own...

This world is far more chaotic than the rules inside a hellish prison.

No System, no fairy-like beauty to guide me. With nothing but my fists and a bloodied blade, I'll carve out my own path through this ghostly realm!

Arrogant? Full of myself? Ha! When you've got the skills, you've got every reason to be arrogant!

Everyone, are you ready?

Welcome to Master Ma's world

Oh, right. This isn't the world of the living. It's the place that haunts your nightmares... Hell.”