The Night I Was Born, Hundreds of Ghosts Lent Me a Breath

The night I was born, all the ghosts in the village cried in their graves. Grandma held me who was about to expire, placed ninety-nine empty bowls in front of the door, and kowtowed into the night. "Lend him a breath and let him pay it back in person twenty years later." Twenty years later, on the night of Zhongyuan. A paper man knocked on the door of my house, holding an empty bowl and asked me: "Shen Zhaoye, take your first breath, it's time to pay back." Only then did I realize that I was not destined to be lucky. I am a living person raised by hundreds of ghosts. From the paper man knocking on the door to the red wedding dress asking for one's life, from writing one's name on the river lantern to opening the door on the dark side, I checked step by step and found that the real thing that is scary is not ghosts. But those who use the living to extend their lives and the dead to make ends meet. From tonight onwards, I will carry a lantern into the underworld. I will protect the living, and I will collect the debts of ghosts.