The world says that there is an invisible abyss between yin and yang, light and shadow. It is a narrow space that neither belongs to this shore nor the other shore. Those who step into this place are exiled from the Six Paths. From then on, they become corrupted and distorted, wandering in darkness forever with no way to redeem themselves. Some people call this place the ghost road. Those who are in the ghost realm are also ghosts...
I don't know when I got into the habit of carrying a knife with me.
I didn't know that a knife could be used to kill those things...
I have tried again and again to remember those people, those struggling on the edge of that invisible line between the ordinary and the abnormal. They either rein in their horses from the brink, or fall into the abyss, never to be recovered from now on. But memory is like quicksand between my fingers. The tighter I hold it, the faster it flows away from my fingers. No matter how hard I try, it doesn't help...
"Tumi? What a good name." He chuckled, "Is it the flower of doom that blooms all over the land of despair..."
Maybe, as Ru Ke said, the one who really wanders in the ghost realm is me.
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