Notes from Yinshan

My name is Lin Xiaochuan. I was born in a mountain village. My bones have been weak since I was a child, and I always get into trouble with dirty things. It wasn't until that time when I had a high fever and kept talking nonsense, my grandfather drank a bowl of Talisman water, and I vomited out black dirt, that I finally saved my life. Grandpa is the famous Mr. Yin and Yang in the village, known as Lin Jiuye. He said that with my physique, I was born to eat this kind of food. If I don't want to die, I have to follow him. From then on, I carried my grandfather's rag bag and traveled to every corner of the village. The swollen human face floating up from the old well, the resentful cries from the widow's house in the middle of the night, the thick black air of a centuries-old ghost in the mass grave in the back hill, the vixen that snatched the child away... The secrets and gloominess hidden under the peaceful surface of the countryside were invisible before, but now they are coming to you one by one. Grandpa taught me how to draw talismans, identify qi, requiem spirits, and exorcise evil spirits. He taught me that it is better to resolve grievances than to settle them. What we are dealing with is a matter of ghosts, and it is also a matter of the human heart. But as I looked at things again and again, I discovered that some things were far scarier than lonely ghosts, and behind Grandpa's serious face, there seemed to be a heavy past hidden... The yin energy in the village is getting heavier and heavier, and a greater crisis is brewing deep in the yin mountain. When the person you trust the most leaves, and when a hundred ghosts march into my home at night, can I, a half-hearted Mr. Yin and Yang, take over my grandfather's mantle and keep the village where I was born and raised? This book records the real and terrifying things that my grandfather and I have experienced over the years. Shhh... Listen, is there any sound outside the window?