My name is Lin Xiaohe. My parents died when I was young. I grew up in Woniu Village with my grandfather who knew a little bit about Feng Shui. When I was seventeen years old, my grandfather passed away suddenly. Before he died, he held my hand tightly and uttered a strange prophecy: "The green coffin appears, the names are revealed, the king of hell nods... Be careful of the ones by the water...".
Just after the first seven days, an evil black coffin washed up from the old river beach outside the village. No one dared to move. Driven by curiosity, I stepped forward and took a look - just this look almost scared me out of my mind. On the inner wall of the coffin, my name, Lin Xiaohe, was deeply engraved. There was also a line of small characters next to it, which said my death date in half a month. The signature was "King of Hell kisses"!
In order to survive, I, a kid who had never believed in these methods, had to pick up the broken compass left by my grandfather and a few old Feng Shui books that were about to fall apart, and was forced to step into that bizarre and taboo world...
