Night Tales by the Locust Lantern

The night is as dark as ink, without stars or moon. The old locust tree’s bark is split, its branches casting shadows like bones. In a single house, one lamp glows, dim and wavering. Strange happenings in the mortal world and chilling tales of the jianghu shed the skin of daylight here, revealing their sinister shadows

Truth or illusion? Leave that for those who come after us to argue over.

Ladies and gentlemen, quiet now, hold your breath. The story begins...