My Grandma Is a Ghost Master

In the 1970s, deep in the Shiwan Mountains, in the shadows where kerosene lamps could not illuminate, my grandma was a "ghost master" walking on the edge of yin and yang. This is not a legend, it is an experience I have seen with my own eyes, heard with my own ears, and even... Kissed my ass and wet my pants (I was so scared)! In those years when kitchen smoke was lingering and ghosts were everywhere, when grandma's old copper smoke pot was knocked, what lit up was not tobacco, but a lamp leading to another world. Her rickety figure is the last barrier for the neighbors against the evil spirits. This book records hundreds of strange stories that happened in that special era and are steeped in the character of Hunan, Guizhou and Yunnan: