Folklore: Under the Tower

The night my grandfather died, someone knocked on his coffin board. I sorted out the relics and found a handwritten diary full of ghosts and monsters' weaknesses - it was something he had dealt with throughout his life. There is an invisible power grid in this world: high-voltage towers suppress mass graves, communication towers suppress ancient battlefields, and wires run through cities and alleys, nailing haunted places underground. And the entrance to the village that grandpa has been guarding all his life is guarding something that even the 749 Bureau dare not touch easily. My name is Chen Yan. I am twenty-six years old. I can't survive in a big city, so I come back to watch my grandfather's funeral. Now, page by page, that diary is dragging me into the other side of the world.