The Green Satchel Speaks Not, Yet Inquires into Yin and Yang

My name is Lin Yuan. I run a shabby agency and take cases no one else dares touch.

My grandfather is a living patriarch who came down from Maoshan. The scar between his brows was left thirty years ago when he repaired a mirror.

My father was even more ruthless. Twenty-three years ago, he plunged headfirst into the haunted Building Seventeen and left behind half a volume of The Green Satchel’s Silent Questions on Yin and Yang. To the outside world, he was declared dead.

Then one day, I took a haunted-house case. The moment I stepped into Building Seventeen, the door locked behind me, and bloody words appeared on the old mirror on the wall:

“The Lin family keeps the ledger. Tonight, you’ll repay it.”

This place isn’t a haunted house. It’s a soul-trapping mirror formation.

It doesn’t kill you. It makes you “admit.”

Admit the debt you least want to acknowledge, then drag you into the mirror to repay it, bit by bit.

The first person to deny it was pulled into the mirror on the spot!

The second person to lie found a blank space appear out of nowhere on the photo wall!

The third person tried to run, and an identical face appeared in the mirror and walked out in his place!

That “false face” used my identity to sign off on someone else’s death. The policewoman Su Wanning showed up at my door with a case file in hand.

Granny Qian pressed a Kangxi-era copper coin into my hand. “The mirror your grandfather repaired has cracked.”

An old contract from three hundred years ago seeped out of the Green Satchel:

Within three clans, one must repay. The Lin family keeps the ledger, the Zhang family opens the door, and the Qian family guards the mirror.

Am I here to repay a debt, or am I the ledger itself?

The Green Satchel stays silent. I’ll ask yin and yang in its place!