Fu Wuxian is the inheritor of the intangible cultural heritage puppetry in Quanzhou, Fujian Province. He has been studying with his master for eight years and officially performed on the big stage for the first time. Unexpectedly, he had an accident. He felt dizzy and unable to breathe. When he woke up again, he was in the body of a young man from another world, with a dirty puppet next to him.
It was raining heavily in the sky, and memories belonging to the original owner of this body flooded out. He stood up unsteadily with a splitting headache.
Yes, my name is Ye Twelve, the twelfth-ranked ghost slayer among the Ye family's juniors. The one lying in the mud is my only friend.
That was a gift my mother gave me three years ago when I was writing. My mother didn't have the ability to make puppets come alive. She was helpless against ghosts, so I had to protect her.
But why am I the worst among the ghost slayers? I really want to become stronger! That way... My mother won't be killed by ghosts, and that way... Those people won't bully me.
"The stillness of the puppet can hide the power of the storm; if it doesn't move, it will be nothing, but if it moves, it will be amazing."
Looking at the blood on the ground washed away by the heavy rain, I endured the pain and slowly grabbed the puppet on the ground. At this time, a crisp electronic sound sounded in my mind.
'Please host.............'
