I, Lin Xuanming, was born on Ghost Festival with a fate tied to yin and yang. But my family sealed me with a forbidden technique, leaving me an ordinary young man sweating away at a construction site. I thought I'd spend my whole life among steel bars and concrete, until, at twenty, a bloodstained red envelope dragged me into a completely different world.
The unexpected windfall turned into ghost money that demanded my life at midnight. A woman in white, blood running from her forehead in my dreams, haunted me and came for my life night after night. The yellow talismans sold by a charlatan were nothing but scraps of paper. Only when the shadow of death closed around my throat did I understand: some money mustn't be picked up, and some ghosts mustn't be crossed.
Driven into a corner, I called my eccentric second uncle. Only then did the fate I'd kept buried truly begin to turn. By day, I hauled cement; by night, I learned to draw talismans. A peachwood sword and a compass were hidden in my construction-site tool bag.
To stay alive, I, a half-trained Taoist, had no choice but to venture into a perilous world of strange wonders and ghosts roaming by night.
