Fresh Ink on the Book of Life and Death

After my grandfather passed away, I inherited a shabby old inn that was on the verge of closing down.

Then on the very first night, a female ghost who had fallen from a building dragged her lingering shadow inside and said to me, "Shopkeeper, I’ve come to report in."

From that day on, the dead kept coming to the inn: a young girl driven to death by campus PUA, an elderly man frozen to death after being locked in a room by his indifferent children, an office worker crushed by workplace rumors, and laborers silenced in a mining area...

Their obsessions, the darkness in human nature, and its kindness all reappear in this inn.

I use a soul lamp to light their way home, and step by step draw near a truth—

Behind all those dead souls is a mother chang serving as a guide for me from the darkness.

And I am the chosen "spirit-guiding shopkeeper."

The dead come to report in; human hearts light the road home.