Lin Zhou grew up in an orphanage and never believed in ghosts or gods.
Until one early morning, he saw a dead boy in the mirror of an internet cafe restroom.
The boy said, “Make a phone call for me.”
Lin Zhou never got to make the call, but from then on, he had five ghosts on his hands.
An exorcist from the Northeast, Taoist priests from the south, a Xiangxi poison master, and a corpse handler from Shanxi: practitioners of old arts who never used to have anything to do with one another are now seeking him out one by one.
If you can fight, fight. If you can’t, run.
