Everyone Else Has a Spirit Medium, So What the Heck Do You Have?

In the bitter winter of 1952, I was born.

But when I was eight, I came down with acute leukemia. My life was rapidly running out, and I had only two months left.

My parents spent every last penny and traveled far and wide seeking treatment, but no miracle came.

Then, on a rainy autumn night, I dreamed of the fiery red fox that would change my fate.

"Give me a proper burial and raise a grave for me, and I'll lend you twenty years of life."

Without telling my parents, I built a lonely grave on a barren mountain.

The years of life were borrowed, but the karmic debt still had to be repaid.

I had taken on the fate of an immortal, and from then on, I could see what ordinary people could not. I embarked on a perilous path, dealing with ghosts and gods.

In this age of rampant materialism, I became a forbidden being who walked the divide between yin and yang.

"They worship immortals, but I am the immortal."