Representing Yin and Yang

My name is Daitian and I am eighteen years old. The name is quite arrogant, but the person is average. I don't have a luxury car, I don't have any savings, and the most valuable thing in my pocket is a stack of yellow talismans. When it rains, I have to use a plastic bag to cover it, otherwise I will feel heartbroken if the ghost is not calmed down. Our family has a yin and yang tradition. Ghosts, zombies, moving graves, things that normal people can't solve usually come to us. Sounds pretty cool, right? But there is something wrong with our family. Each generation will select a man to die on time at the age of twenty-eight. My third grandfather is dead. My second uncle is also dead. This generation, I am on the list. So when I was eighteen years old, I went down the mountain. While dealing with things that don't make sense for others, I'm also trying to figure out whether I can live a few more years. Over the years, I have seen a lot of ghosts, and I have also seen a lot of people who are more difficult to deal with than ghosts. Talismans will fail, formations will be trampled to pieces, and fights may not always be won. Can you run if you can't beat him? Able. But if there are people behind me, I have to let them run first. As for the reminder of death at the age of twenty-eight, No rush. Ten years to go. Let it line up first, I'm very busy here.