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The day I was born, I brought death to the whole village.
They said I was an ill-starred child, born blind, with empty eye sockets, and that I should have been buried alive before I turned a month old.
In the mass grave, a filthy old beggar dug me out and pressed two icy beads into my eye sockets.
He said, “If it hurts, cry out. Don’t hold it in.”
I didn’t cry.
But from that day on, I could see.
I saw a world invisible to everyone else:
A faceless woman lingering at a crossroads, a black shadow hanging upside down from a beam, coffins drifting upstream in the Yellow River, and paper brides parading through the streets at midnight...
My master taught me the rules: “Don’t look back on a night walk. Don’t listen to voices from the river. Don’t take anything from other people.”
I asked him what those things were.
With his dry pipe clenched between his teeth, he replied without looking back: “Trouble. Those who don’t follow the rules all die.”
I thought this was my fate: a blind man who could see ghosts, scraping by in the human world with an old beggar.
Until the day two suns hung in the sky, stars fell from the heavens, corpses that had slept for a hundred years climbed out of their graves, and the ancient Nine Fiends began to awaken.
Only then did my master tell me that my eyes weren’t meant to hide from anything. They were meant to subdue it.
