If my former primary school classmate hadn't died unexpectedly that year, I would have spent my whole life trapped in ordinary, trivial routines, never knowing how many unbelievable secrets lay hidden between the worlds of yin and yang.
That sudden death became the turning point of my fate, sending my life down an unfamiliar road filled with mysteries. The karmic traditions of the shamanic practitioners of Northeast China, the talismanic arts passed down through generations of Taoist priests on Mount Longhu, and the secret witchcraft handed down through the villages of the Miaojiang mountains all burst into my life.
I have seen spirits possess people and reveal fortunes, watched Taoist priests perform rites to suppress evil, and ventured deep into villages in the southern borderlands, where I came face-to-face with the dangers of parasitic curses. From encounters with yin spirits and breaking curse spells to guiding vengeful ghosts onward, all kinds of supernatural incidents pursued me until there was nowhere to hide. At first, I thought I simply had a peculiar constitution and had been unwillingly swept into troubles that ordinary people would avoid at all costs. But the more I traced each strange incident back to its source, the more frightened I became.
It turned out every encounter and every perilous adventure had been planned in advance. A vast web spanning yin and yang and entangling countless debts from past lives had ensnared me from the moment my schoolmate died in my youth. It bound my body, shackled my fate, and pushed me forward against my will, toward a path that had long since been laid out for me.
