I Opened a Portrait Studio in the Capital of Dayong

Yin and yang rise and fall; humans and ghosts live and die.

Through all the ages and seasons, how many desolate graves lie on Mangshan?

When Wen Shu opened his eyes, he had become a traveling scholar lodged in a ruined temple.

A volume of Records of Ghosts, half a song of white-haired sorrow.

Wen Shu wandered through a world where demons lived freely and mortals struggled to survive, going his own way in hardship.