In the deepest part of the ancestral house, there is a corridor covered with talismans.
At the end of the corridor, there is a door.
When I was three years old, I secretly touched it and had a fever of 40 degrees that night. In the dream, someone called my name against the crack of the door - that voice did not sound like a human being.
That was also the year when my parents went away and never came back.
Grandpa said: Your dad pushed me three times but didn't push me away.
Since I was six years old, my grandfather taught me how to read Qi, draw talismans, collect surprises, and send souls away. Teach me to recognize the complexion of people and the things hidden in this city at night.
When I was twelve years old, he put a roster in front of me: The Lin family has been guarding the gate for 30 generations - you are the 30th generation.
What's locked in the door? Where did your parents go? Who is the voice waiting for in the crack of the door?
Grandpa said: When you are twenty-two years old, go and find it yourself.
This year, I am twenty years old.
The door started knocking.
