At midnight, no one can sit in the third row of the classroom.
You cannot comb your hair in front of the mirror during thunderstorms.
Don't pick up red things in the ruins.
My name is Jiang Ning, an ordinary college student. Until I discovered the taboos in the folklore notes left by my grandfather——
It's all true.
What's even weirder is that my right eye can see things that others can't.
Those evil spirits are all wrapped with a silver thread as thin as hair. Cut along that line and kill with one blow.
The elder brother from Northeast China held a short knife and scolded me as "a fool", while the younger brother from Henan Province held a cigarette in his mouth and said slowly, "Hey - this kid is not simple." Someone from the Security Department came to visit me and said that I had a "loophole in the rules" that was rare in a century.
They say that the gray fog is spreading and the evil is about to awaken.
They say that the mortal world needs night watchmen.
But they don't know——
The last words my grandfather left before he disappeared were:
"Jiang Ning, don't trust the Security Bureau."
When the truth emerged behind the fog, I discovered——
I can see much more than just the lines of rules.
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Urban Martial Arts × Rules and Strange Tales × Folk Suspense
