Shen Du, a history graduate, failed the postgraduate entrance examination and worked as a miscellaneous worker in the hospital.
He thought his life would be like this, until that night in July and a half, he saw a woman jumping off the building repeatedly at the door of the morgue.
The note left by his father told him: There is a seal on you and it has been loosened.
From that day on, he could see ghosts.
From that day on, his temperature never rose again.
From that day on, there was always something lying on his ceiling breathing.
The notes said that there is a skill that can reverse life and death and rewrite the rules when practiced to a high level. The price is that every time you become stronger, you have to lose a part of yourself.
But he must practice.
Because my father is missing. Because that three-hundred-year-old thing was eyeing him. Because the always unsmiling medical student next to him has been sucked into a whirlpool that he can't get out of.
Nine levels of realm. Nine prices.
He didn't know which floor he reached, when he would no longer be a "human".
