A Sixteen-Year-Old Spirit-Transferring Boy

When you open "Sixteen-Year-Old Soul-Walking Boy", the first thing that catches people's attention is never the scary and strange evil plot, but the urban background of the bluestone streets and alleys, where the cold and warmth are intertwined. An old grocery store on West Street has become the crossing point between Yin and Yang. Sixteen-year-old Chen Ye sticks to the soul-catching business passed down from his ancestors. Cinnabar, yellow tablets, and bronze soul-catching hooks have been his reliance for half his life. The souls that come and go and the mortals who harbor evil are the cause and effect that he cannot avoid. Every strange thing in the first four chapters hides the obsession that the world is not at peace. The embroiderer who has been trapped in Rouge Ancient Lane for a hundred years has been trapped in love and regret her whole life, and her resentment is full of embroidery threads; the lonely soul walking alone in the empty alley has been wandering in the long street for decades keeping an old promise; the dark formation under the deserted well has torn open the ugly inner world of mortals who are greedy for life and afraid of death; the evil in the old house accumulated over the past sixty years is the guilt and regret buried deep in the hearts of a generation. The author writes ghosts and never deliberately exaggerates blood and horror. Behind every ray of resentment, there are joys and sorrows that a living person cannot let go of. What the young man is trying to overcome is never evil spirits, but regrets and pains that have nowhere to go. He abides by the rules of his ancestors and always has compassion for others. Even when faced with Zhao Laogen, who has committed countless crimes, he only takes back the stolen lifespan at first, leaving a glimmer of hope. It wasn't until the ancient temple in the back of Chapter 5 revealed the millennium secret of the earth's origins that the story unfolded suddenly. Abandoned ancient temples in the mountains contain the dissipated grievances of the whole city, and underground yin roots maintain the balance of yin and yang in the entire ancient town. The vicious aura accumulated layer by layer in the streets almost breaks the balance between heaven and earth. A young man walks alone into the mountains, dilutes thousands of years of grievances with the spirit-traveling ultimatum, and talks with the origin of the earth that has been sleeping for thousands of years. The words are cold and thick, and the coldness of the mountains and the fireworks of the world form a perfect contrast. After reading it, I feel calm in my heart, but also vaguely feel awe. I thought that the turbulence of the earth's veins was the biggest difficulty, but in Chapter 6, I changed my direction and wrote that the evil of humans is better than the evil of ghosts. Ghosts have obsessions, reincarnations, and opportunities to escape; but living people with evil intentions are not afraid of the light of day or retribution, and use their bone-eroding hatred to set up an invisible spirit trap array. They do not seek to kill, but only to destroy the young man's Dao foundation and destroy the balance of yin and yang in the entire street. There is no dark wind, no cold fog, and no terrifying visions. An invisible layer of gray veil seals the positive aura of the grocery store, silently locking the young man's perception and the spirituality of the magic weapon. This sinister poison hidden in ordinary streets is far more chilling than the ghosts in the mountains. The painting of Zhengyang breaking evil talisman is the finishing touch. No longer a means of softening and transforming, Haoran's pure Yang righteousness faced the evil thoughts that were artificially cultivated. A piece of paper shattered the entire soul-sealing dark formation, with just the right sense of proportion - the young man's mercy was only for the dead souls and the weak. In the face of stubborn evil people, he had the decisiveness to kill evil and eliminate evil. After reading the whole book, the most touching thing is the sense of balance unique to this book. On one side is the cold silence of ancient temples and the resentment of remnant souls; on the other is the warm fireworks of early white mist and pedestrians in the streets; On the other side is the softness of souls seeking salvation and the dissipation of obsessions; on the other side is the bitterness of greed, anger and hatred of mortals; on the other side is the loneliness of a sixteen-year-old boy guarding the grocery store alone; on the other side is his responsibility for the stability of the city. There are no suspended and exaggerated battles. All yin and yang entanglements are rooted in the daily life of the city. The words are restrained and left blank, and the images are lengthy. Ghost grudges will eventually be resolved, but the greed and hatred rooted in people's hearts will never end. At the end of the sixth chapter, the evildoers lurking in the dark have not given up. There are still two layers of ground in the back mountain that are waiting to be settled. In the back streets and alleys, the game of yin and yang has just begun. I am very much looking forward to how the young man will balance the turmoil in the earth and how he will deal with Zhao Laogen's next round of more sinister calculations.