My name is Su Wanyin. Ever since I landed on the ground, my left eye has been brighter than my right eye - not because my eyesight is good, but because I can see things buried in the shadows. The stillborn fetus chewing mud under the wall, the bride turning white from soaking beside the well, and the decapitated soldier who followed the traveler three miles away, these "neighbors" have been with me for twenty years. My grandma said that I was born with "open eyes" and never taught me a word of "compassion". She only put a peach wood sword dipped in cinnabar into my hand and asked me to remember a sentence: "If evil things block the road, either it will break or you will die. If you are soft-hearted towards them, you will dig your own grave."
From the earth temple soaked in corpse oil in the village, to the Republic of China mansion in the city where living sacrifices were hidden, to the Dukou fishing village haunted by water ghosts, the paths I walked were stained with evil spirits, and everything I encountered was bloody. Those evil spirits cloaked in folklore, evil spirits hiding under human skin, never intended to let me go, and I never gave them a good look. After all, my grandma taught me long ago that being ruthless when dealing with femininity is the only way to save one's life. As for karma, I'll wait until I survive tonight.
