Night Walk in Red: The Soul-Reaping Ghost Wants to Marry Me

I’m the village’s notorious harbinger of bad luck. I could see ghosts from the day I was born.

Before the Ghost Festival, I knocked on every door in the village and warned people not to pick up the gold outside.

No one believed me.

Seven days later, the gongs sounded, and every household that had taken the gold was empty.

A Daoist priest took me up the mountain. He said I had eyes others could only dream of possessing.

Four years later, I came back down.

My master said, “The cycle of reincarnation turns, and fate takes its course.

Some debts must be paid, even after three lifetimes.”