Evil spirits are rising across the world, and the rules are falling apart. Mo Chen, a clerk at a secondhand shop whose past is a mystery, has only an ancestral ink compass for company. His blood can bind spirits, but it can also attract evil. Luckily, he has his brother A Fei, who will face trouble with him and crack jokes along the way.
The spirit of the pen comes to claim lives, and there isn't just one: they come in swarms. Zombies rise in a frenzy, immune to talismans and endowed with monstrous strength. Dark Southeast Asian curses kill from afar, their insidious malice impossible to guard against. On nights filled with eerie wailing, a hundred ghosts roam the streets, tearing through the city's neon glow.
A greedy but formidable Taoist from Longhu Mountain, a bold corpse herder from western Hunan strong enough to lift a cauldron, a Southeast Asian curse master whose loyalties are hard to read, and government agents worn thin by the struggle between science and the supernatural... As all sides converge amid the chaos, their attention quietly turns toward the unusual blood of Mo Chen, a “Keeper of the Ink.”
“Brother Chen, don't be scared. If we get into trouble, I'll take it on with you!” A Fei said, a cigarette between his lips as he spun a throwing knife on his fingertip. “My blood is the finest catalyst for ink,” Mo Chen said, lines of ink whirling from his fingertips as blood-red talismans bloomed in the air. “And it's also... the final ink that will end all of this.”
Facing the corpse-raising mastermind and a shocking conspiracy closing in, Mo Chen wound ink threads around his fingers and used his blood as ink. “The heavens and earth are my scroll, and a hundred ghosts my painting.” “With this stroke, I set the rules!”
