Borrowing Life from Heaven, Bringing Paper Figures to Life, The Grave Robbers' Chronicles

The night I was born, a hundred ghosts surrounded our home. My grandfather lit forty-nine oil lamps and snatched my life back from the hands of the underworld messenger.

He called me Suotou, saying I was born with the Nine Yin Severed Meridians and wouldn’t live past eighteen.

When I turned eighteen, my grandfather traded his own life to extend mine. With his dying breath, he left me one instruction: “Go to the Yin-Yang Pawnshop. Don’t let anyone know you practice feng shui.”

With a paper umbrella on my back, I stepped into a world with no paranormal affairs bureau, only masters and spirit mediums.

A life borrowed must be repaid.

And Heaven isn’t my only creditor.