At the end of the Forgotten Old Alley, stands the century-old paper-making shop "Pangshengzhai" that exudes a decayed atmosphere. Lin Mo, a twenty-year-old orphan, is the boy here. He was silent and kept company with the deceased's paper house and paper horse, until one rainy night, he heard a "rustling" whisper - the red paper man quietly raised his hand in the darkness, and wet inhuman footprints appeared under the counter... He was horrified to discover that he could actually "sense" the resentment of the deceased attached to the paper. This ability was like a curse, dragging him into the netherworld.
When a mother brought the photo of a girl who died tragically and made a custom-made "virgin", the moment Lin Mo touched the photo, he was overwhelmed by the surge of resentment and the tragic scene of the car accident! The spiteful thoughts were directed at the girl's biological father. Before the fear subsided, news of the man's mysterious death came, and in the Death Room, there were **strange bloodstains** that exuded a green luster and were definitely not human!
Su Qing, the municipal forensic doctor, believes in reason and evidence. However, the squirming inhuman blood under the microscope, the cursed bloody words oozing from the corpses in the charnel house, the paper figures turning their heads silently in the darkness... The cold science collapsed before her eyes. When she tried to touch the forbidden blood, the entire store turned into a furious beast - the wind howled, the wind chimes roared, and the hollow eyes of the paper man all locked onto her!
The blood-stained copper coins burn as a warning on Lin Mo's chest, the withered shop owner Chen Bo utters a hoarse "don't touch", and the lingering "wet footprints" are about to move... Lin Mo becomes a passage for the dead souls to seek their lives, and Su Qing struggles in the gap between science and the supernatural. The door of the Rebirth House slowly closed, blocking the way to life. Here, the paper is the container of the dead soul, and the silence is the dormant dormant of malice. Blood-stained copper coins whisper
