Jiangshi World: From the Start, I’m a Paper Effigy Maker

On a deserted street in Changping City stood a shop that made paper offerings. The moon was bright and the stars were sparse. The night should have been peaceful and quiet, but now the air was thick with the stench of corpses. Every shop on the street was closed, and the nearby residents had gone to bed early. Only that paper-offering shop still had a faint light shining inside. The wreaths at the entrance looked especially unnerving. Inside, row upon row of paper figures and burial clothes were even more terrifying, and everything in the shop gave off an eerie aura. Xu Changle sat at the counter, despair written across his face, his eyes carrying the look of someone ready to die. A purplish handprint marked his left hand.