Don't Believe It, This Is Just My Imagination! !

My name is Lin Mo, an ancient book restorer, until I discovered that I can see things that others cannot see - for example, the female student Su Wanwan, who has been dead for three days, is standing next to my bed soaked to the skin. They say this is residual consciousness, a loophole in the world. A sloppy old Taoist priest handed me a bowl of smelly blood wine and said that if you want to survive, you have to face the pain. But another kind-hearted eminent monk gave me an amulet and promised to give me peace. I don't know who to believe. The old Taoist priest's method was like carving out flesh and bones, but he never lied to me about the cost. The protection of the eminent monk was as warm as spring, but my "eyes" saw a trace of blood in his Buddha light that shouldn't be there. Deep in the pump room, the wail of the female ghost is deafening; in the quiet room of the meditation room, there is a faint sound of soul-sucking hidden under the sound of chanting sutras. I was forced to choose between extreme pain and gentle lies. Now, I probably know the truth. But the more I know, the more I can't help but think: What if all this is just my imagination? …