This Dungeon Has Bad Feng Shui

On the night of the Ghost Festival, paper figures carried my mother in a coffin deep into the mountains. After coming down, she gave birth to me.

The villagers all said there was something evil in the mountains, and that I was a demon child reborn, a born harbinger of calamity.

From then on, my life was full of hardships, my fate bound tightly in chains.

A terrifying midnight bus, ghosts attacking people in a haunted house, and a Nanyang witch doctor laying a deadly trap in the shadows.

Will I become a sacrifice to my fate, or can I tear this destiny apart with my own hands?