My name is Lin Ye. I'm 28, and I work the night shift at a convenience store.
A month ago, I was worrying about how to strike up a conversation with the customer I had a crush on.
Now I'm worrying because a ghost who calls himself a “Netherworld courier” shoved a “Yin-Yang Seal” into my chest, then got hauled away by the Black and White Impermanence right in the street.
Ever since, my left eye sees the world of the living, and my right eye sees the Netherworld.
My landlord is a ghost who's been dead for three years. He collects rent right on schedule every day.
The guy next door at the barbecue stand, Brother Wang, is a starving ghost. He's amazing at grilling skewers, because his hands are the skewers.
At three in the morning, a beautiful woman in a red dress comes in to buy cigarettes. She looks up, blood streaming from all seven orifices, and asks, “Hey, handsome, got any Yellow Crane Tower?”
All I wanted was a quiet job and to pay off my mortgage.
Then an independent organization called “Bright Mirror” showed up at my door with a contract:
“Join us. Five types of social insurance and a housing fund, plus accident insurance. You know, the kind for getting killed by ghosts.”
Before I could even say no, people from the Dark Moon Society attacked the convenience store.
My job now:
Ring up customers at the convenience store by day, hunt ghosts around the city at night.
My pay hasn't gone up, but I've already lost half my life.
They call me a “guardian of Yin-Yang balance.”
I call myself “the most overworked employee in all of China, and it's not even close.”
This is the story of an ordinary night-shift worker forced to vanquish demons and ghosts.
The horror is real, and so is the comedy.
Because if I didn't make jokes, I think I'd cry.
Written by Lin Ye
