Among the Fourteen Fiends of Ghost Street, none inspire more fear than the Seventh—Ghost Master Jiang Kui. Ma…
Among the Fourteen Fiends of Ghost Street, none inspire more fear than the Seventh—Ghost Master Jiang Kui.
Man or ghost? Virtue or vice? No one knows for sure. At times, he is the gentlest of princes, reciting sutras and bidding farewell to innocent women crushed by a cruel world. Other times, he becomes a nightmare cloaked in flesh, spinning his paper umbrella as he cuts down all who stand before him.
They respect him. They fear him. But none understand him.
And Jiang Kui doesn't care. For years, he has wandered in a faded wedding robe, waiting for one who will never return. Day and night blur into a haze of remorse that gnaws through the soul. And when he heard rumors of a remedy hidden deep in the Mistveil Forest, a drug that could raise the dead, restore flesh to bone. For the first time in years, he felt truly awake.
Sis... even if it's a fool's errand, A'kui must take this path.