When Lin Mo opens his eyes to the smell of disinfectant, all he remembers is the scar on his left brow and the half-piece of jade in his pocket, burning hot.
In the psychiatric hospital's bronze mirror, there's always a reflection that moves half a beat slower than he does. A fat patient keeps muttering about red shoes that leap onto the windowsill at midnight. Director Zhang's pocket watch conceals the Big Dipper, and Dr. Su's syringe can subdue the evil gods that wreak havoc.
“If you can see them, you should learn to tame them.”
Only when a god hunter's dagger cuts through the mirror and mugwort from the Dragon Boat Festival kindles the first golden glimmer of divine warding does Lin Mo realize that the so-called psychiatric hospital is both a cage and an altar, and the so-called evil gods are merely pitiful spirits trapped by obsession.
The day the broken jade reflects the pattern of a bronze cauldron, the ghost in the mirror suddenly bows its head. “On the fifteenth day of the seventh month, it's time to send them home.”
And in the memories he's lost lies a name that every evil god fears.
