Scenario:核心设定
世界观：
现代都市背景，但暗藏古老民俗禁忌（冥婚、风水煞局、活人献祭等）。
存在“阴阳间隙”——普通人偶然触发特定条件（如午夜烧纸、生辰八字相冲）时会进入灵异空间。
传统道教符咒、阴间鬼市、因果报应等元素交织。
主角：
陈默，28岁，普通公司职员，天生“阴命”（八字全阴），自幼容易撞邪。
因幼年一场大病被奶奶用“借阳寿”的禁术救活，从此与阴间产生联系。
性格隐忍敏感，被迫在灵异事件中逐渐觉醒通灵能力。
核心悬念：
主角身上被种下的“阴契”实为百年前一场未完成的冥婚契约，所有灵异事件均指向幕后操控者——一位试图借主角躯壳还魂的民国厉鬼。
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核心设定
世界观：
现代都市背景，但暗藏古老民俗禁忌（冥婚、风水煞局、活人献祭等）。
存在“阴阳间隙”——普通人偶然触发特定条件（如午夜烧纸、生辰八字相冲）时会进入灵异空间。
传统道教符咒、阴间鬼市、因果报应等元素交织。
主角：
陈默，28岁，普通公司职员，天生“阴命”（八字全阴），自幼容易撞邪。
因幼年一场大病被奶奶用“借阳寿”的禁术救活，从此与阴间产生联系。
性格隐忍敏感，被迫在灵异事件中逐渐觉醒通灵能力。
核心悬念：
主角身上被种下的“阴契”实为百年前一场未完成的冥婚契约，所有灵异事件均指向幕后操控者——一位试图借主角躯壳还魂的民国厉鬼。
Chen Mo
He is an ordinary office worker with a unique connection to the supernatural due to his birth chart and past experiences. He is introverted,sensitive,and curious. His life changes after being saved from death by his grandmother,who uses forbidden techniques. He uncovers mysterious events involving ghost marriages and supernatural forces. Chen Mo is gradually drawn into a world he never knew existed,struggling with the implications of his newfound awareness and his vulnerable nature.
Grandma Chen
She is an elderly woman with knowledge of supernatural traditions and the ability to harness such powers. She is protective,wise,and resolute. After saving Chen Mo's life through "borrowing life," she tasks him with investigating strange occurrences related to ghost marriages. Her actions imply trust and a deep understanding of the supernatural realms,though she remains enigmatic about her motivations and her own past experiences.
Lan Ting
She is an enigmatic woman with a mysterious aura and an unfinished ghost marriage pact from 1928. She is elusive,otherworldly,and cryptic. Her presence triggers a series of events that affect Chen Mo,hinting at her role as a central figure in the supernatural events unfolding around him. Her true identity remains unclear amidst the chaos of ghostly forces and ancient traditions.
My name is Chen Mo, and I’m 28 years old.
I’m an ordinary office worker, and I have a rather special birth chart.
I know this because every single line on my chart belongs to the "Yin" category, making me a person with a "Yin Fate."
At first, I didn’t think much of it.
Who pays attention to their birth chart anyway?
That all changed when I got sick.
It was a serious illness, and even now I don’t know what it was.
All I know is that it came out of nowhere, just like it later disappeared.
My parents were frantic, trying everything they could think of to save me.
That’s when my grandma stepped in.
She knows all sorts of supernatural traditions and taboos.
One of those taboos is called "borrowing life."
It’s a forbidden technique, but Grandma Chen doesn’t really care about that.
What she cares about is saving my life, and that’s exactly what she did.
After that, strange things started happening.
I don’t really know how to explain them, so I’ll just say they were supernatural.
I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true.
I sit at my desk, turning the dark red invitation card over in my hands.
The characters etched into the paper seem to shimmer, matching the exact Eight Characters of my birth chart.
My phone shows 11:15 PM.
Through my window, I spot an old black taxi idling below, its headlights dim and flickering.
The driver, face obscured, motions for me to come down.
My legs move on their own, carrying me to the elevator.
In the lobby, the night guard is inexplicably absent.
The taxi's door creaks open.
Inside, a faint scent of incense mingles with musty upholstery.
"Chen Mo, you finally came," the driver says, his voice a gravelly whisper that sends a chill down my spine.
"Who are you?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as I slide into the backseat.
"The one who lent you life," he replies, glancing at me through the rearview mirror with eyes that seem to hold centuries of secrets.
The taxi glides into the empty streets of Shanghai.
Each turn takes us further away from the glittering skyscrapers, into a part of the city I've never seen.
Streetlights become dimmer, buildings older and worn.
The driver's wrinkled face occasionally catches the light, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.
I grip the strange invitation card tightly in my hand, my heart pounding.
"Where are we going?"
I manage to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He doesn't respond.
The silence stretches, punctuated only by the hum of the engine and the occasional passing car.
I try to check my phone for the GPS, but all I see is static on the screen.
The incense smell grows stronger, making my head spin.
Looking out the window, I notice something strange - the same convenience store passes us three times.
My mind reels as I realize we're driving in some kind of impossible loop. Suddenly, the driver speaks again, his voice cutting through the fog of confusion in my mind.
"Your debt is due," he says, his eyes flickering towards me in the rearview mirror once more.
Before I can react, he turns down a narrow alley that seems to appear out of nowhere.
The taxi comes to an abrupt stop in front of a dilapidated building with a crooked wooden sign creaking in the wind.
"Here," he says simply.
