My name is Zhao Tianyu. When I was 19, my grandpa passed away, leaving me a tattered book and a yellow weasel spirit.
In the 1980s, at the foot of Changbai Mountain, someone was always knocking on doors at night. Stiff shadows stood in the mass graves, and bubbling black vapor rose from places where corpses were kept... Clutching a cinnabar talisman, with the mischievous Huang Xiaocui at my side, I plunged headfirst into this deadly mess.
Chen Lianshan, an unsmiling heir to the Qimen arts, joined forces with me. A fortune-telling girl took one look at me and saw my death, yet her gentleness could melt ice. We fought for souls in the underworld, slayed demons in the remote mountains, and battled the Mystic Nether Old Daoist in a fight to the death.
Talisman light set the sky ablaze, and the immortals guarded my back. Qimen formations could trap ghosts, but not the treachery in people's hearts.
When everything had finally settled, I put away my talismans and opened a coffin shop. By my side lay the woman who would stay with me for the rest of my life.
But at last, I tasted the Five Evils and Three Deficiencies that no Yin-Yang master can escape.
