I saw a ghost for the first time when I was five. Using a ghost fan and a pair of eyes that could see through evil, my grandfather led me into the crack between the worlds of yin and yang. From then on, I became someone who mended fissures, patching up secrets that the living should never see and the dead could never tell.
This is a story about eyes that see through evil and a ghost fan, two souls sharing one body and the Six Fiends, sacrifice and protection. From the first ghostly wail in Yinshan Hollow, to a century-old opera performer on a wilderness stage, reflections in the waters of Mistfall Pool, and paper figures brought back to life in a neighboring village... All the way to the final blood talisman that seals the mountains and rivers, every step I took fell upon a turning point of cause and effect. I walked a long road.
At last, I understood: to suppress evil is simply to carve the living's obsessions into the breath the dead cannot swallow.
