Corpse Paper

In Lanniao, northern Hunan, I am a craftsman who makes paper to protect people from disasters. Others make a living by making paper, but the paper figures I make can die for the living. I thought I was just borrowing my life from the underworld in exchange for stability, but the corpse carpenter died tragically, the pregnant corpse was untied in the middle of the night, and the corpse's whispers under the bed corroded the bones... One after another evil things hit the door, and I realized that I had become a "corpse keeper" in the eyes of the underworld since I entered the industry. If the paper man does not open his eyes, his life will be taken if he opens his eyes; If the mortise and tenon joints do not lock the corpse, locking the throat will cause harm. I can't understand the ghost talk, but I can taste the corpse language - bitterness is resentment, fishiness is blood, it doesn't want my life, as long as I tie it into a paper body that can appear in the world. The witchcraft of the craftsmen, the dark wood that suppresses corpses, and the substitutes that nourish evil spirits, I step into dangers among living people. Along the way, paper figures hold grudges and corpses collect debts. Sooner or later, the life I saved will have to be recovered with interest.