After wandering away from home for eleven years, a funeral call from my hometown dragged me back to my hometown where the world of yin and yang was entangled.
All the paper money burned at the uncle's funeral was returned the same way, and three cold and wet notes were spread out in front of the funeral. The second uncle warned in a low voice: The paper money was sent to the wrong place, and the ancestors owed a debt for crossing the Naihe Bridge.
That night I learned that our family has a secret business passed down from generation to generation - the keeper of the yin and yang books.
A yellowed book of yin and yang in the hand records life and death in the world, debt contracts with the underworld, and the treacherous rules of the mountains. He can understand talismans and talismans, watch shadows and eliminate evil spirits, and interpret folk taboos and strange stories.
Don't talk softly in the elevator, don't recognize people in the mirror, don't open the stove, don't open the window at night... Weird and strange things hidden in old houses, old streets, freight elevators, and residential buildings are coming one after another.
The sinister and evil things that ordinary people avoid are the public cases in the book that I must clarify one by one.
A piece of Yin and Yang book, half a volume of debts of life and death. From then on, I set foot on the two realms of Yin and Yang, keeping books, paying debts, and crossing lonely souls.
