When traffic lights at city intersections start counting backward, when footsteps that shouldn’t exist echo through apartment corridors at midnight, when the eerie shadows of legend begin tearing cracks in reality…
Everyone asks in terror: Where is the source of this horror?
Only Jiang Mo silently looks down at the black lines that have suddenly appeared on his palm and stubs out his cigarette.
Ever since he could remember, there had always been “things” following him: a faceless classmate who tilted its head to watch him write, a woman in red who hummed nursery rhymes when he couldn’t sleep, a cold little hand that quietly tugged him back whenever he crossed the road…
For other people, encountering a ghost is a calamity. For him, it’s like being invited to a silent party.
Then one day, he discovers that the eerie things that have haunted him for years are starting to “leak out.” Old objects he touches become haunted, the villains he curses suffer paranormal misfortune, and even when he casually says, “This place could really use a little trouble,” it becomes the local headline the next day.
When agents from the Special Incident Response Bureau point talismans at him, and horrors all over the world grow wildly with every fluctuation in his emotions, Lin Mo finally realizes, a little too late…
Those terrifying “resurgences” that frighten everyone are nothing more than his unconscious “everyday life” spilling out.
“So… you want me to lay down some rules for these little ghosts?” Jiang Mo scratches his head. In the shadows behind him, countless eerie figures bow their heads in unison.
When the source gains a will of its own, should it personally snuff out every last horror, or establish a set of rules belonging to the “source” for this mad world?+
Relatively new, the writing style is too blunt