The Frail Taoist Priest Can't Keep Running into Tender, Wicked Ghosts

Li Hanguang is a frail, frequently ill Taoist who cannot fight. To gather his master's scattered soul, he is forced to enter one bizarre realm of obsession after another.

In the eerie Li residence, a red bridal veil that never falls is destined to cover his eyes.

In a decaying Western-style mansion, a figure that has never aged extends an invitation to eternal night from a high-backed chair.

The sound of studying in an empty classroom, a ballpoint pen that answers questions by itself, a stairwell that never ends: beneath the school uniform lies a wound that will never heal.

Bridal-Gown Wraith: [Now that you've lifted Xiuyi's veil, for the rest of your life you can only be Xiuyi's coffin... You must rot here with me amid these ten miles of wedding finery.]

Queen of Eternal Night: [Hmph, save you? This is a wager doomed to fail, but I look forward to seeing how it plays out. It should be more entertaining than anything in my collection.]

Innocent Junior: [Senior, this problem... Stay and work on it with me until class ends, okay? This time, no one will ever interrupt us.]

Li Hanguang: I only came to find my master...

But Master, why are you acting strange too...