The me in the mirror woke up before me. It smiled at me against the glass and said in my voice: "Don't be afraid, it's your turn tonight."
My name is Shen Yan, and I am a major who failed my degree at Jiangcheng University - fearful of society, poor, and treated as a joke by the whole class.
Until I figured out one thing: the world collapsed into "weird areas".
You can't count the seventh step of the stairs, you can't take the paper handed to you in the toilet cubicle, you can't agree to the extra face in the mirror - each area has its own "rules" written on it, and if you violate one, you will die. When you enter the area, first look for the rules and then find a way to survive. This is a lesson retired ghost master Lao Zhou learned with a severed finger.
If others enter the area, they will die.
When I entered the district, I could see the "eye" hidden under the rules. The ghost eyes opened - rules, weirdness, and the line between life and death, spread out like a map in my eyes. The most ferocious one in the whole area finally lowered his head and recognized me as the soul-soothing one.
I can put all the evil ghosts that others avoid into my body and still be awake. This body seems to be specially designed to "close" them.
The whole school laughed at me as a loser.
They don't know that the awakening spirits in this city are guarding nothing else - they are waiting for me to come back and lock them back again.
[Strange stories about rules + suspense and horror, a contrasting flow of useless things, the further back you go, the higher you go]
