My name is Pu Liuxian, a poor scholar who can see ghosts.
I was planning to earn an official title and coast through life until the incomplete copy of Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio passed down through my family began to bleed, and a talking rat brought me a bloodstained letter bearing the image of a web.
Then I met her.
A woman more mysterious than ghosts and more dangerous than demons. She told me there were no ghosts in this world, only “information remnants”; no immortals, only higher-dimensional “observers.”
From the headless vengeful spirit of the ghost in the painted web hood to the Hungry Ghost Realm that devours human vitality; from a century-old house demon that gathers wealth to a nine-tailed fox spirit who advocates coexistence between humans and demons... Every story I record is just one piece of a gigantic puzzle.
And the puzzle’s final destination points to a buried truth: the Five Realms have collapsed, and the Heavenly Dao has been reset.
Who am I, Pu Liuxian, really? The recorder, or... the next sacrifice?
“Don’t believe anything you see, especially the things I’ve written down.”
