The Yin-Fated Gatekeeper

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.