Seeker of Yin

The day I was born, every dog in the village went mad.

Grandpa said something in the water had its eye on me before I was even born. It wanted to borrow my body to return to the living world, but failed. After that, it wandered outside my window every day, leaving a trail of wet footprints.

Two masters came to help. Both died.

The first died on the day I was born, bleeding from every orifice. The second died when I was seven, his whole body burned black.

They all said I had a “yin fate”: my Eight Characters were entirely yin, and a hundred ghosts would come to welcome me. I wouldn't live past seven. Even if I did, I was doomed to eighteen calamities, with one person dying every three years on average.

Either he dies, or I do.

Later, I went to Qingzhou Prefecture and found Old Xu, who ran a coffin shop. He told me I could forget about living a normal life.

Either become a yin officer and hunt ghosts for the Underworld,

or become a ghost and be hunted by the Underworld.

I chose a third path.