Maoshan Ghostcraft

A black wooden box, a child who borrowed a life, and three hundred yuan in blood money.

Chen Sanqiu fought his way through western Hunan, entrusted Zhang Shiyi to a nine-tailed fox, and descended into the underworld himself.

When he was five, Zhang Shiyi touched the jade pendant against his chest and watched the lunatic uncle eating a lollipop at the mouth of the alley.

He knew that one day, the thirty lonely ghosts inside him would have to be returned to the underworld.

Unflinching, understated prose; folklore and the supernatural. No System, no golden finger. A tribute to Uncle Jiu.