I Opened a Teahouse in Hong Kong in 1935

Her name is Chen Sanxiao, the herbal tea beauty of Taiping Shan Street.

Her tea can cool the living and show the dead the way;

her paper can cut out wealth for the living, and carry the grievances of the wronged through the underworld.

In 1935, an old feud over a shipwreck, buried deep by the colonizers, resurfaced,

setting off paper figures demanding tickets, golden threads pulling at souls, and ghostly shadows all over High Street...

When the anchor of a ship in the Lingding Sea once again cut through the night over Victoria Harbour,

her teahouse became a battlefield between the living and the dead.