To write horror stories, besides visiting various haunted locations, I prefer listening to other ghost stories.

Recently, Uncle Stone is a "treasure trove of ghost stories" I've discovered. He was one of the fellow disciples when Grandpa followed the master to chase away zombies in the countryside.

Later, during his travels, he witnessed many bizarre local customs, encountered countless strange things, and experienced the horror of humanity.

A brief introduction to him, to give everyone a general idea of his image.

Unkempt like a wild man, his face obscured by a beard. His physique resembles that of a grizzly bear; although elderly, he's as robust as a foreign wrestler.

He followed the master to chase away zombies because his innate fate was particularly domineering; his father was a bandit who left this bastard child with a rural girl before fleeing.

Uncle Stone alone standing scares away many wandering spirits. The master tried to teach him magic and talisman writing. But he was utterly clueless, his talismans so ugly even the gods couldn't understand them, yet bizarrely...

Ghosts could understand. He could command ghosts and demons like a slave owner.

What he drew were ghost talismans.