My name is Chen Zhen’e. I was born in Chaoshan, and I’m a “yin-born child.” My grandfather was a feng shui master. He said I could see things from another world.
In the summer of 1984, the town rebuilt its ancestral hall and dug up a black wooden stake carved with spells. That night, I saw the shadow of a man in a Qing dynasty official’s robe, smiling at me. Uncle Huogen was scared to death, and then the shadow appeared at my bedside.
The Newly Annotated Book of Burial, which my grandfather left behind, told me this was a “bound earth spirit” that required me to “find its bones and lay them to rest.” I thought that would be the end of it, but I had no idea that breaking the taboo would awaken an even more vicious vengeful spirit in the brothel tower, or even stir up a storm at sea.
Third Granduncle said the only way to put an end to everything was to seek out the one whose name we were forbidden to mention too often: the “yin diviner.” And my grandfather’s death seemed to be connected to him. This deadly curse, set in motion sixty years ago, had finally come for me.
I like to read supernatural books and supernatural stories, and this book just satisfies my preferences.