Tales of Yin and Yang Mysteries
Since childhood, he possessed eyes that could perceive spirits, accompanying his master as they wandered far and wide. Together, they explored eerie school buildings by night, uncovered secrets in the
My name is Lin Xuan, from Chongqing, born in Linjiawan Village. The village is neither big nor small, with just over a thousand people and about a hundred households. For as long as I can remember, I have never seen my father. My mother took little interest in me and, after I began elementary school, married someone else, leaving me in the care of my grandparents. My grandfather is named Lin Boxu, my grandmother is Su Lan. They treated me well—sharing the best food with me first and often taking me to catch birds and crabs. However, my grandfather harbored a deep dislike for my mother, though I never learned the reason.
Strangely, I’ve been able to see all sorts of ghosts since I was a child. Once, while at home, I saw a ghost with a blood-red face standing by the window. Terrified, I called for my grandfather. He looked out the window, left and right, but saw nothing. He turned to scold me, “You brat, always making things up! There are no ghosts. You’ve watched too many horror movies, haven’t you?”
Seeing that he didn’t believe me, I grew anxious, shaking my head like a rattle drum and trying to explain, but he wouldn’t listen. He threatened, “If you keep talking nonsense, I’ll make you sleep in the pigsty for a night. Try me if you don’t believe it.” Maybe my antics had finally exasperated him. When I saw him angry, I fell silent, hugging my knees on the edge of the bed and staring out the window. The ghost stared back at me for a long time, then suddenly let out a gloomy laugh and vanished.
After that, I became infamous in the village as the boy who