Nanyang Yinluke

This book is a documentary style of urban supernatural folklore. The whole story is told in the first person. It is adapted based on the real folklore of Southeast Asia. It is not excessively bloody and does not promote superstition. The endings of all yin magic are cause and effect backlash and a warning to humanity, which is in line with the positive energy orientation of the platform. The real experience of the 20-year-old team leader, including Buddhist amulets, Qingjiang, Guman, and Jiantou, all reveal the greed and cost of human nature.

To be honest, when I was watching "The Years I Sold Buddha Amulets in Thailand", I was stunned. I love the tone of "I have really experienced it" - this is not a cool article, but someone really hides Azan in the alleys of Bangkok, bargains with people in front of the Buddha amulet stall, and has really seen those dirty things. At that time, I thought, it would be great if I could write something "real" like this. Instead of using fancy words, I would use the first person to reveal to people the rules hidden in the shadows. Later there was "Nanyang Yinluo Ke". When I wrote it, I knew that this kind of story would not be enjoyable or sweet, and would only be about the hot and humid wind from the South Sea, the poisonous poison in Jiangtou Village, and the story of karma seen by the Yin fishermen. There was a high probability that no one would read it. But I just couldn't help it - in order to write about the Jiangtou Village section, I read half of the notebooks on Nanyang witchcraft. When I was checking information in the middle of the night, I didn't even dare to turn off the light. When I wrote about the protagonist using his own blood to break the poison, I clenched my fingers, as if I was really fighting against those evil spirits. Now that I am a "reader" and follow up on updates, I see that the comment area is still empty, and I feel a bit like I did when I was squatting on the Buddha amulet. When you browse the homepage of those exciting articles that easily cost hundreds of thousands of monthly votes, you will be confused: Why is it that no one is willing to stop for one more second with such a "true" story? There was no slap in the face, no counter-attack, just a man who was fishing for sins, crawling around in the sinister ways of Nanyang, adhering to the rule of "walking in the sinister and guarding the heart". But then I thought about it, didn't the Buddha amulets go from being ignored to being seen by more people? Good stories are never afraid of waiting. I am both the person who wrote this story and the reader who follows this story. I will continue to write, and I will continue to wait - waiting for more people to discover this man who has been struggling in the underworld of Nanyang, and waiting for more people to understand the soul of this kind of "experiencer" narrative. After all, there are never many people who can tell "real things" with warmth. No matter how dark the road in Nanyang is, there are always people traveling with us.

The writing is very good. The author keeps writing. The more words he writes, the more people will read it.