Yin-Yang Eyes: Chen Jiujin
During the Jiangnan plum rains, blood-colored mist hangs over the bluestone roads.
When Chen Jiujin, a man with Yin-Yang Eyes, squats beneath a bridge smoking his pipe, he never imagines that...
The red silk lantern drifting downstream will become entangled in the threads of his fate.
He can see ghosts, but he can't see through people's hearts.
The red cord around Qiaoyun's wrist, the Zhou family's adopted daughter; the bronze bell hanging from a beam in the ancestral hall; the register of ghostly lifespans, covered in birth dates and buried at the bottom of an old well... A century-old injustice has become ninety-nine red cords, set to drain the living of their life force to bring about their deaths.
More horrifying still...
The half of a lovers' lock his mother pressed into his hand before she died fits perfectly with the lock around the neck of the female corpse at the bottom of the well.
The name "Chen Ajiu" is clearly listed in a hidden compartment in the ancestral hall, exactly matching his mother's childhood nickname.
And the wild chrysanthemum in Qiaoyun's hair is the very flower the woman who was drowned in the well sixty years ago loved most in life.
When the red cord coils around his ankle, when Qiaoyun's eyes turn into pools of blood, when the truth about his mother's marriage in another woman's place comes to light...
Chen Jiujin finally understands:
The most poisonous curse in this world has never been a ghost claiming lives, but the ghost hidden in the human heart.
He must tear away the Zhou family's hypocritical mask of "a family of farmers and scholars," unravel the ninety-nine lives flowing through the red cord around Qiaoyun's wrist, and uncover the injustice buried on that rainy night sixty years ago:
Who pushed a living person into the well?
And who used ninety-nine red cords to weave a scheme spanning a century?
