The Wealth Spirit Quells Ghosts

The supernatural is returning, crawling out through the cracks in history.

First, the strangled ghosts of the late Ming drift through apartment corridors. Then terracotta warriors from the land of Qin march through the streets. A headless general from the Three Kingdoms swings his blade, while resentful melodies from the Tang and Song dynasties ring out at midnight.

Humanity is routed, cities fall, and civilization teeters on the brink of extinction.

Just as despair descends,

The Shop of Ancient Oddities appears.

A blackwood shop hangs above the ruins. Its sign pierces through time, each blood-red character declaring:

“This shop sells everything. You can buy life, you can buy death, and you can even buy ghosts.”

“Currency: ghost coins.”

“How to obtain ghost coins: complete commissions and enter five-thousand-year-old haunted realms.”

“Warning: ghosts can save your life, but they can also unleash ten thousand ghosts upon the world. To preserve the human realm, you must suppress them with divine artifacts.”

Lin Xun looked at his sister, injured by a strangled ghost from the late Ming and turning blue all over, then turned his gaze to the shop that had crossed the ages. Gritting his teeth, he took his first step.

He needed ghost coins.

Even if buying ghosts would make an already-mad world even madder.