Put on the mask of God and you are God.
Wear a ghost mask and you are the ghost.
But the price is - losing your face.
Grandpa died tragically at home, and his face was peeled off, leaving only a blank, faceless mask.
In order to find the real murderer, Li Changsheng inherited this weird shop called "Li Ji's Used Goods", put on that ominous mask, and stepped into a dark world that ordinary people could not pry into.
On the 404 bus late at night, the passengers are all dead souls;
In Xiangxi's Corpse Exorcist Inn, the God of Joy knocks on the door in the middle of the night;
The ancient Nuo opera troupe, the shadow puppets are performed by living people...
In this era of collapse of gods and Buddhas and strange resurgences, Li Changsheng traveled between the Yin and Yang realms, hunting ghosts and stripping away his godhead.
He collected legendary masks one after another: black and white impermanence, bull-headed and horse-faced masks, judge Yama, and even indescribable ancient evil gods.
On the day when hundreds of ghosts walk at night, Li Changsheng sat alone on a high platform with thousands of faces on his body.
He took off the formless mask on his face, looked at the shivering gods and Buddhas in the sky, and grinned:
"I will play the leading role in tonight's play."
