I Hide People in Paper and Subdue Yin Spirits: I Am the God of Death in the Mortal World

Bamboo is split into strips, and yellow paper is cut into people. Our family’s paper effigy shop stands at the end of the town’s most haunted alley. For a thousand years, our trade has been the same: making furnishings for the dead.

After inheriting my grandfather’s craft and vowing to change the fate that had weighed on our family for a thousand years, I found myself beset by one bizarre, uncanny event after another.

A grave for mother and child buried deep in the mountains, figures moving through an abandoned school at midnight, screams from a dilapidated hospital, a bus driver weeping tears of blood...

The Eight Characters and their inauspicious spirits, a mysterious organization, the laws of reincarnation and destiny... At last, I realized that the knife and scissors in my hands were not cutting yellow paper at all. They were slicing through the thin veil between the worlds of yin and yang...