Nine Yin Corpse Fiend

When I was nine, the Wang family held a funeral, and I saw “them” for the first time.

Grandpa Wang, dressed in a black burial robe, clung tightly to the coffin. No matter how hard a dozen strong men pushed, it wouldn’t budge. When I described a detail about the robe that only family members could know, the entire funeral procession panicked.

Uncle Zhang said it wasn’t an evil ghost, just the last breath of a father who couldn’t bear to leave this world.

After that, a bizarre world began to reveal itself to me: the faceless woman ghost by the river, the sighs in the ancestral hall, the wedding procession passing by at midnight… In this remote mountain village called Longwei Bay, the dead often lingered over some small unfinished obsession.

And I, a child who could see them, was forced to become their messenger…