A Yin-Yang Journey in a Mountain Village

My name is Chen Jiujin. I’m a wandering exorcist.

To put it plainly, I go wherever something dirty or unclean is causing trouble and get called in to take a look.

This time, I went to Zhoujia Village.

A seventeen-year-old girl had been followed by something filthy. She drank chicken blood raw, dug up graves in the middle of the night, and kept repeating just one line:

“Give me back my life.”

I thought it was just an ordinary wandering ghost.

But I was wrong.

The thing inside that girl’s belly wasn’t a ghost.

It was resentment.

A hundred years of resentment.

The people of Zhoujia Village kept their mouths shut, and the graves on the back hill stood one after another, with the bones buried underneath not all being right.

When I took out my compass and made a read, my hands started shaking—

this wasn’t about one ghost.

This was about turning the whole mountain over.

And the village chief beneath the old pagoda tree at the entrance looked at me as if I were someone who should never have come.

He asked me one question:

“Sir, do you want to live, or do you want to die?”