Northeastern Spirit Medium: The Spirits in My Family Are a Little Fierce

My name is Chen Ergou, and I was born and raised in a rural village in Northeast China.

When I was eighteen, my grandfather passed away. Before he died, he clutched my hand and said that the Chen family had only one son in each generation, and that I had to take up the incense and become a spirit medium. Otherwise, our whole family would die.

I didn't believe in that superstitious nonsense, but that very night, I saw a weasel kneeling in our courtyard and kowtowing.

From then on, my life changed completely.

I've seen a female ghost in red singing opera at a graveyard in the middle of the night, a hanging ghost possessing people and sucking out their yang energy, and a water monkey dragging people into the river to serve as its substitute.

The spirits at my family's altar are all a handful, too. The weasel loves drinking, the fox spirit loves flirting with women, and the snake spirit loves killing. Even the most honest-looking gray spirit can steal so much that it'll leave your house completely empty.

Other mediums are protected by their spirits. I have to protect this bunch of ancestors.

But I never expected that behind it all lay a shocking secret that had endured for three hundred years.

As I gradually uncovered the truth, I realized I had to face not only the evil spirits harming people, but also a manhunt from within the mystic sect. Even the people closest to me had identities they were hiding.

Beyond Shanhai Pass, seek help from the immortals.

But here in Northeast China, even the immortals have to show me, Chen Ergou, a little respect.