My name is Pu Liuxian, a poor scholar who can see ghosts.
I originally wanted to take the exam and wait for death, until the fragments of my ancestral "Liao Zhai" began to bleed, and a talking mouse brought me a bloody book with a net drawn in it.
Then, I met her.
A woman who is more mysterious than a ghost and more dangerous than a demon. She told me that there are no ghosts in this world, only "information residue"; there are no gods, only high-dimensional "observers".
From the headless ghost who painted a scarf ghost, to the hungry ghost Tao that devours people's popularity; from the centuries-old otaku who amassed wealth, to the nine-tailed fox fairy who advocates the coexistence of humans and monsters... Every story I record is just a piece of a huge puzzle.
The end of the puzzle points to a buried truth - the collapse of the five realms and the reset of heaven.
Who am I, Pu Liuxian? Is it the recorder, or... The next sacrifice?
"Don't believe anything you see, especially what I write down."
