The Living Person Paper Effigy Shop

In our line of work, there are four things you must never make paper figures of: the living, a corpse dead for a century, a formation of ghost soldiers, or yourself.

I broke every rule.

My name is Zhang Jiulin, and I’m a paper effigy craftsman. When I was eighteen, I gave a paper figure eyes. A vengeful ghost came to our door, my grandfather died, and overnight our whole village turned back into a mass grave.

After fleeing to the city, I discovered I’d become catnip for ghosts in human form.

Haunted houses, ancient corpses, painted-skin demons...

All kinds of evil spirits chased after me. My only support was our ancestral art of paper crafting and a mysterious female paper figure my grandfather left behind: Su Huayi.

She couldn’t speak, but in times of danger she would turn into a woman in red and shield me from deadly blows.

One strange urban case after another pointed to the terrifying Longevity Sect, an organization seeking eternal life.

They wanted what was inside me, and they wanted to take Su Huayi.

Only when I followed the clues to an ice-sealed underground palace in Kunlun and saw my grandfather chained up and driven mad did I understand what the Zhang family had guarded for generations through the art of paper crafting.

Now the Longevity Sect is about to tear open the boundary between Yin and Yang and descend upon the human world.

And I will craft the legendary Ten Kings of Hell, borrow the power of Heaven and Earth, and summon a million ghost soldiers.

You want to know how much it costs to make a paper figure?

For the living, it costs your life. For the dead, it costs money.