I’m a fake Yin-Yang master who makes a living scamming rich people.
Then one day, in a haunted house, I personally splashed cinnabar across the face of a real vengeful spirit.
When I fled into the mountains and found the legendary master, he was painting eyes onto a paper effigy.
“It followed me here.” I pointed behind me, trembling at the black mist.
Without looking up, Master said, “What are you afraid of?”
The instant he flung a handful of blood-red copper coins to pin my shadow in place,
the pale arm reaching out of the black mist suddenly began to melt.
