Mystery Revival: I Somehow Became a Piece of Clothing

Late at night, in a cheap hotel. Yu Nian opened a copy of Mysterious Revival he'd picked up at a secondhand bookstall. A line of unfamiliar blood-red writing appeared on the inside of the back cover: “Ghosts cannot be killed. Only ghosts can fight ghosts.” The moment the words appeared, the light bulb flickered eerily. Outside the door stood a rigid figure wearing an old-fashioned Zhongshan suit, while decaying, damp marks that devoured all life spread beneath its feet.

Rules, mediums, corruption, resistance... The book's chilling warnings had become reality. As the dampness seeped under the door and the sheets turned to ash, Yu Nian realized this wasn't an urban legend, but a fight for survival where only one side could live. No rescue, no lucky breaks, only a cold contest of wits to discern the rules.

He chose to face the darkness head-on. Using bright light as a shield and the strange book as a blade, he staked everything on a crazy guess at the moment he opened the door and met the thing's gaze: since the book had brought “it” here, perhaps the book could also trap “it.”