I saw a ghost for the first time when I was five years old. Grandpa used a ghost fan and a pair of evil eyes to lead me into the gap between the yin and yang realms. Since then, I have become a man who mends cracks - mending secrets that the living should not see and the dead should not tell.
This is a story about evil eyes and ghost fans, dual souls and six evil spirits, sacrifice and protection. From the first ghost cry in Yinshan Col, the century-old opera singer on the wilderness stage, the reflection in the water of Wuluo Pond, the resurrection of the paper man in the neighboring village... To the last blood talisman in Shanheyong Town, every step steps on the node of cause and effect. I have come a long way.
I finally understood: The so-called suppression of evil is nothing more than engraving the obsessions of the living into the breath that the dead cannot swallow.
