My mother was in the ICU, waiting for the 200,000 yuan needed for surgery.
On the night I had nowhere left to turn, I burned three sheets of yellow paper my grandfather had left behind and barged into a market in the underworld.
From then on, I became a middleman between the worlds of yin and yang:
I source goods in the underworld and sell them in the world of the living.
Soul-binding talismans protect lives, qi-reading reveals disasters, and I spend ghost money to earn yuan.
As my life-saving business grew, I discovered that the rules of this ghost market ran far deeper than those of the human world.
I'll finish the path my grandfather never got to walk.
