The Ghost Has an Immortal Edict

【Supernatural】【Powerful leads】【No romance】【Eldritch cultivation】 My name is Chen Xianling. I don't know whether I'm human, an eldritch being, or an immortal. I live in Doghead Village. The villagers say humble names help you thrive, so my playmate is called Ergou, and his older brother is Dagou. Yesterday, Ergou lost a marble to me. He said he'd win it back today. Today, he died. He fell to his death on Pigweed Slope, and half his face was gone. That night, he knocked on my door, his voice thin and drifting: “Ling... give me back my marble...” Grandpa covered my face with a bloodstained red cloth. “No matter what you hear, don't lift it.” But I still went with him. We came to the foot of a black mountain. Green lanterns swayed eerily, and white candle boats drifted along a black river. A man in white named Jiang Yueming saved me and took me to the world of eldritch cultivators. There, they tested your spiritual bones with stones. Those whose spiritual bones weren't good enough were led through a small door, never to come out again. I thought I'd escaped. Then, on the day Ergou was buried, he crawled out of his grave. His half-shattered head faced me, his enormous mouth agape. “Ling... the marble... give it back...” Grandpa used a pair of chopsticks to pin him back into the earth. That night, Grandpa told me, “In Doghead Village, neither of us is the only living person. There isn't a single other living soul.” I'm finding it harder and harder to tell. They say I'm human, but my blood is cold. They say I'm an eldritch being, but I can see the sun. They say I'm a god, but sometimes I have to think for a long time just to remember my own name. Ergou says I'm crazy. Senior Brother Jiang says I'm a god. Grandpa says I'm his grandson. I don't know who to believe. And me... I'm only just beginning to lose track of what's what.