Yin and Yang Guide

[Folklore supernatural + paper embellishment + soul crossing upgrade + underworld order] On the day I was born, the red moon shone overhead and hundreds of ghosts cried at night. The midwife said I opened my eyes and stared at her, neither crying nor laughing, the blood moon reflected in my pupils. People in the village call me a disaster star - one who kills my mother and scares my father away. Whoever touches me will be unlucky. When I was nine years old, I broke into the forbidden area and saw a female ghost in red combing her hair. She turned back and smiled, the corners of her mouth cleft to the base of her ears, and her teeth were sharpened. "The child with the red moon in his head, I have been waiting for ninety-nine years." She got on top of me. The old Taoist priest Xu Laosan came to my rescue with a bald fly whisk: "Two options. One, forcibly remove it and lose twenty years of life. Two, learn from me how to tie paper and get her out." I chose two. After opening my eyes and drinking, I saw another world - gray fog billowing, dead souls lining up, and the figure of a female ghost superimposed in my shadow. Paper tying, dotting the eyes, painting the soul, and surviving the dead. Click the left eye and recite "Consecration", click the right eye and recite "Ventilation". Hands shaking? Shaking hands shows that you are in awe. The small door in the backyard connects the gap between Yin and Yang. Dead souls line up every night: Do you have money? Are there any descendants? Do you have an obsession? The veteran has a hole in his chest and his obsession is "Have we won the battle?" The old lady's obsession is the family cat. The middle-aged man's obsession is the eight-year mortgage - "The underworld will not collect mortgages. If you are dead, the mortgage will naturally die." Thirty-seven dead souls, I don't remember any of their names. Xu Laosan: "If you can't remember, you will be punished. If you are punished, you will have a better memory." I closed my eyes and asked the female ghost on me: "What's your name?" "Su Huaijin." I wrote in the account book: "Du Su Huaijin, twenty-one years old, obsessed with waiting for one person, paper money - countless."