Paper Hides People and Suppresses Ghosts. I Am the Tai Sui God in the Yang World.

The green bamboo is cut into strips, and the yellow paper is cut into human figures. Our family's paper-making is spread out in the darkest alley in the town. We have been engaged in something for thousands of years - tying up the belongings of the dead. When I inherited my grandfather's mantle and determined to change the fate that had been weighing on my family for thousands of years, bizarre and strange events also followed. The graves of children and mothers buried deep in the mountains, the crowds of people in the abandoned school in the middle of the night, the screams coming from the dilapidated hospital, the driver on the bus who was shedding blood and tears... Eight-character gods, mysterious organizations, reincarnation and numerology... I finally realized that the knife and scissors in my hands were not cutting yellow paper, but the gauze between the yin and yang worlds...