📌 A blood-stained paper-cut secret book, a contract with evil spirits that lasts for a hundred years.
Lin Mo returned to his grandmother's old house that had been dusty for ten years, inheriting only a pair of strange rusty scissors and a roll of blood silk without words. On the first night, a cold wind blew up, and the sound of paper-cutting could be heard upstairs. When he opened the door, he saw scraps of red paper, and what he cut out was the tragic death of him and a strange woman. And in the darkness, a faceless black figure stood with scissors in hand, grinning from the corners of his mouth to the base of his ears...
📌 Childhood friends died mysteriously one after another, leaving bloody paper figures next to their bodies.
Wang Shuo knocked on the door late at night, screamed and died suddenly with a "paper eye" on the back of his neck. Zhang Hao's heart suddenly stopped after a paper-cut smiling face appeared in his taxi.
Li Li's reflection in the mirror spontaneously smiled strangely, and her soul was gradually eroded by confetti...
The childhood game of five people turned into a life-threatening curse. The blood moon was approaching, and the sacrifices were taking turns. Lin Mo was shocked to realize that he was the last one.
📌 Strange men in black with red umbrellas appear frequently to warn people, and the illusion of the ancient town comes to mind.
The grandmother's voice revealed the truth: The Lin family owed the blood debt of "Zhi Mei" for generations, and they needed to redeem the deed with five souls to make up for their paper life.
Scissors drank blood to reveal patterns, silk books revealed pictures, and the paper spirit cemetery under the old house awakened to a desperate situation. Lin Mo and folklorist Liu Qingyi ventured into "Yuxiu Town" bravely. But they found that the whole town was full of paper puppets, carrying sedans every night to welcome the bride, and all living people were food for the paper spirits.
📌 The speed of life and death, the blood moon in the sky, the paper charm revives. Is it to destroy the evil scissors and eliminate future troubles? Or go into the temple with a sword and cut off a hundred years of bad luck? "Cunning Cut" Every cut cuts the soul. Every piece of paper costs life.
