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——The paper figures I cut are all perfect.
Zhong Buyan is a funeral parlor paper maker with superb craftsmanship and can cut yin and yang.
The golden boy and the beautiful girl smiled at him in the middle of the night, the ghost coins burned real will-o'-the-wisps, and even the paper airplanes torn up by hand could bring back the memory of the dead.
Until one day, he accidentally cut his fingertip——
Blood drops dripped and the paper man opened his eyes.
"Warning! The copy of Yinjian Yangshou is open!"
A mechanical female voice sounded in his head, the incinerator spewed paper ash with sparks, and the paper man he had cut out crawled out of the fire, twisted his neck 323 degrees, and grinned at him.
——Old funeral parlor rules: sacrifices must be burned at midnight.
——New rules on Huangquan Road: The living must find the real funeral procession before sunrise.
"Professional in handling folklore anomalies, the kind that charges a fee."
Zhong Buyei threw out three evil-suppressing charms with his backhand, and drew curses with blood-stained scissors in the air.
The fingernails of the paper bride have grown into knives, and the Q-version self-portrait has charred hands poking out from the ashes——
"I told you earlier..."
He lit the last stack of gold foil paper and raised the corners of his mouth in the firelight:
"Everything I cut is from my fucking ancestors."
