Paper Effigies Carry the Coffin as a Hundred Ghosts Roam the Night

Jiang Bai was a young man who barely made ends meet with his paper-crafting skills. In this age of concrete and steel, no one believed in these old crafts anymore.

Then, on the Ghost Festival, the gates of an underground palace opened and Yin energy flooded the world. The city was dragged into a revel of a hundred ghosts roaming the night. Modern weapons were useless against the ghosts, practitioners were forced back at every turn, and the human world was on the verge of falling.

At the brink of despair, Jiang Bai spread out bamboo strips and picked up paper pulp, making the simplest paper figure. The moment I dotted cinnabar on its brow, it came to life!

“Greetings, my lord!”

One paper figure could take on a vicious spirit a hundred years old.

A troop of paper soldiers could sweep through an army of ghosts.

A city made of paper could protect the lights in ten thousand homes.

They said Jiang Bai was humanity’s last hope, the one who maintained the balance between the worlds of Yin and Yang. But Jiang Bai only wanted to tell those lofty cultivation clans and the man-eating monsters lurking in the shadows: what you fear is nothing more than something I made with a casual flick of my hand.