The Blood Moon Merit Ledger

A blood moon hangs overhead, blood mist blankets the wilderness, and white bones pave the way. Lin Mo holds the Blood Moon Book of Merit. Save someone, earn merit. Do good, earn merit. Seal the uncanny, and earn merit too. When he stands before a crimson paper palanquin and shouts “Let me do it!” at the four paper figures grinning with split mouths, funeral music suddenly rings out from behind the curtain. “Hee-hee, that’s a first. A living person came knocking of their own accord.” From then on, the names of the uncanny fill the pages of his Book of Merit.