My name is Lin Jiuxiao, and the red-clad female ghost is standing right in front of me.
Some say this is feudal superstition. Others call it a paranormal incident. I'm the only one who knows the truth is more terrifying than the legends.
I'm the sole heir to the Lin family's feng shui tradition. With a compass in hand, I can discern yin and yang and adjust the flow of earth energy.
Seven days ago, Qingshi Town received a baffling case: for seven nights in a row, a red-clad female ghost appeared on the old street at midnight. Every security camera failed, and all the witnesses came down with high fevers that wouldn't break. The town elders said a century-old vengeful spirit had come to claim lives.
I thought it was an ordinary feng shui arrangement, until I met them by the ancient well:
A hacker who believed science could explain everything, an inheritor of traditional Chinese medicine who could heal with talismans, a veteran who could smash stones with his bare hands, and a psychic girl born with yin-yang eyes.
We were strangers, each with our own motives, and we even came to blows.
But we soon discovered that the red-clad female ghost was only the tip of the iceberg. Beneath the ancient town lay a thousand-year-old forbidden art that used living people as sacrifices.
Worse still, the next offering for that ritual was one of us.
If science can't explain it, I'll handle it. If feng shui can't control it, he'll step in. None of us could stand the others, and none of us trusted one another.
But when the true curse descended, we finally understood: some things can be stopped by neither science nor feng shui.
