Records of the Nine Yin Corpse Suppression

Working late one night, Yang Jiu spotted a strange old man covered in blood at a street corner.

Onlookers murmured among themselves. "Don't get involved. He's obviously faking it for money!"

"Those wounds don't look like a person could have caused them..."

After hesitating for a moment, he still carried the old man home.

The instant the old man woke, his cloudy eyes suddenly turned molten gold, and he stared at Yang Jiu. "Y-you...!!!"

Yang Jiu assumed he was just a crazy old man and handed him some warm water. "Leave once you're healed."

The old man struggled to draw an address on a piece of old yellow paper and shoved it at him. "If you're still alive in three days, come find me!"

That night, a ghastly pale woman's face slowly appeared in the mirror of Yang Jiu's rented apartment. It wasn't his own...