Death Doesn't Erase Debt: Collecting Debts from the Living

[Traditional supernatural horror, folk mystery]

My name is Jiang Ye. I’m an ordinary senior in high school, but lately, I keep having the same dream.

Because of that dream, I returned to the black earth of Northeast China and found my maternal uncle.

And the story begins in a barbershop in a small town... There’s no denying that I’ve repeatedly teetered between life and death, but for some reason, I can’t back down.

Mountain wanderers and skin-sewing tailors, river-walking Old Dragon Kings, the five great fox and weasel immortals, none may pass through Shanhaiguan without a token, copper coins pressed over the eyes, masked Nuo plays, white bones entangled in sails, paper effigies given eyes, divinations glimpsed in uncooked rice, parasitic magic and cursecraft...

As the fog slowly lifted, I finally learned one thing:

A prayer made must be repaid.

The gods and Buddhas do not save people. They only do business.

And I had become a debt collector for the gods and Buddhas, walking among the living...