My name is Lin Xiaohe. I was orphaned as a child and grew up in Woniu Village with my grandpa, who knew a little about feng shui and divination. When I was seventeen, Grandpa suddenly passed away. As he lay dying, he gripped my hand tightly and muttered a strange prophecy: “When the green coffin appears, the name will be revealed. The King of Hell will nod... Beware the water's edge...”
Just after the seventh day following his death, a flood from the old riverbank outside the village swept a sinister black coffin ashore. No one dared touch it. Driven by curiosity, I went up for a look. That single glance nearly scared me out of my wits. My name, Lin Xiaohe, was deeply engraved on the inside of the coffin, alongside a line stating that I would die in half a month. The signature read: “Personally decreed by the King of Hell”!
To stay alive, I, a guy who had never believed in this stuff, had no choice but to pick up Grandpa's battered compass and a few feng shui books that were falling apart. I was forced to step into a strange and fantastical world full of taboos...
