Passerby: Secret Image of Ancient Scrolls

For centuries, Shen Xun had guarded the realm of Yin and Yang, waiting for a ray of light. Lin Jian had been tormented by the spirits of the dead for half a year, fleeing for most of that time, yet unable to shake off the shadow behind her. The Polaroid camera her grandfather left her had only produced two photographs. One captured the spirits of the dead, the other captured Shen Xun. The moment the shutter clicked, the truth about the spirits of the dead surfaced, and the crossbow bolts from the shadows arrived. Shen Xun deflected three arrows, picked up the fallen photograph, and saw his grandfather in his youth standing before the forests of the Greater Khingan Mountains, beside a shaman and a stone tablet inscribed with symbols. What Lin Jian didn't know was that it wasn't just the spirits of the dead who were watching her, but also a gaze that had followed Shen Xun for centuries. Go to the far north. There lies the answer, but also a deeper trap.