Lu Li is a liar.
He set up a stall in the county town to tell fortunes, visit ghost houses, and perform rituals. He sprinkled cinnabar, burned yellow paper, and muttered words. The whole set of work, he knew best that it was fake. Where are the ghosts in this world? The ghosts are all in people's hearts.
Until Bai He's case of asking for a substitute, he went through the process according to the routine taught by his master, and the matter... Was really settled.
From then on, Lu Li's life changed.
The cat jumping on the corpse bed in the morgue, the old city of the Seven Dynasties piled under the city of Kaifeng, the female corpse in Huizhou who had a shady marriage, the last trip to Xiangxi to drive the corpse, the immortal family in the Northeast asking for a title and establishing a hall, the footprints on the snow line in Tibetan areas that are twice as long as a bear's paw, the name that only the dead can call in the windy sand of Lop Nur, the scroll of the Mogao Grottoes in Dunhuang that turns the pages at night... Carrying half of the talisman left by his master, he walked out from Nanyang. Forty-six strange things happened, each one more unexplainable than the last.
