At my grandfather's funeral, the family was busy dividing the inheritance and arguing endlessly. No one paid attention to me who was crying silently in the corner. After the funeral, my uncle coldly threw me a sum of money and told me, "Don't ever step into the Shen family again" and kicked me out of the old house.
Holding the scraps and wooden signs left behind by my grandfather, I walked aimlessly on the streets, penniless and homeless. As night fell, the gloom became thicker, and the dark shadows on the roadside began to stir, and blurry figures appeared in front of my eyes - the Yin and Yang eyes were passively activated, and for the first time I could clearly see those "dirty things".
The moment a ferocious beast pounced on me, I subconsciously clenched the wooden sign in my hand. A weak warm current came from the wooden sign, and the ferocious evil spirit was instantly bounced away and disappeared into the darkness.
I looked at the wooden sign in my hand, then at the fragment of the thread binding in my arms, and remembered my grandfather's last words before his death. I finally understood that my life had completely changed from this moment on -
I had no choice but to hold on to these two things and step into the bizarre and dangerous supernatural road to find a way out for myself and the people I wanted to protect.
