O renascimento sobrenatural, os portões dos espíritos abertos, o mundo do vazio e a realidade se sobrepõem. Os antigos tabus tornam-se regras de sobrevivência, xamãs milenares despertam, cem fantasmas vagueiam à noite entre os humanos. Técnicas misteriosas, objetos malignos, rituais proibidos, lendas populares, contos urbanos... Agência de Investigação de Criaturas Anormais, Fundação de Contenção Estranha, Sociedade do Apocalipse... Caixão, Nuo, Enterro, Performer, Terra, Mistério, Corredor, Corpo — as oito portas do funeral popular. O caixão é o chefe das oito portas. Carregar o caixão, parar e andar, proibições e mistérios divinos. ... “Ji Yun, nunca te ouvi falar, o que sua família faz?” “Negócios pequenos na cidade.” “Que tipo de negócio é tão misterioso?” “Temos uma loja de caixões.” “...” PS: Se estiver sem livros, pode conferir os mais de 3 milhões de palavras do antigo livro ‘Imperador das Cartas do Cataclismo’ e ‘Alquimista Mecânico’.
When he returned from the mountain village to the old apartment in the Happiness Community of South City, it was already eleven o’clock at night.
Outside the window, a fine rain was falling.
Ji Yun gazed at the rainy night, his eyes shadowed by a gloom that would not disperse.
He was only a college freshman this year.
At his age, the words “friend” and “funeral” rarely belonged in the same sentence.
Yet, in the past few days, he had just attended a friend’s funeral.
...
Back in his familiar home, the lingering melancholy in his heart finally began to fade.
Ji Yun took a bottle of soda from the fridge and, out of habit, sat down in front of his computer.
He casually browsed the Paranormal Enthusiasts’ Forum.
After a few days offline, there were plenty of new posts.
Strangely, however, even more old threads had been “revived” and brought back to the top.
Zombie night walks, midnight vampires, ghost buses, haunted towers, the slit-mouthed woman...
He scrolled, pausing now and then. If he found something interesting, he jotted it down in his notebook.
This was his main source of inspiration for his writing hobby.
Still, he felt puzzled—this niche paranormal forum seemed to have exploded with new posts lately.
As he scrolled, a sensational new thread suddenly caught his eye: “Paranormal Resurgence: The ‘Ghost Bride’ Appears in the City Center.”
He clicked it open.
A photo with a bizarre clash of festivity and eeriness appeared before him.
Judging by the angle, it