The Last Paper Maker

[Folklore horror + Husband-guarding Demon + Fateful Showdown + Decisive Killing] On the day my grandfather passed away, half of the red lanterns in the old street were extinguished. He left the nailed red coffin and held my hand tightly: "Yang'er, if you are under the age of twenty-four, you are not allowed to open the coffin! You are not allowed to dot your eyes! You are not allowed to... Look back!" As the last generation of papermakers from the old Xu family, I originally wanted to live a stable life in this run-down shop. Until that day, the bronze-armored corpses of the Immortality Sect trampled the old streets and tore apart my five tiger generals with their sharp claws. In a desperate situation, the red coffin exploded, and the red silk filled the sky like a sea of ​​blood! The cold and charming bride wearing a phoenix crown and harem, with her bare feet dangling in the air, wiped out all ghosts with her hands. She looked down at all living beings, but bent down to me: "Brother, it's getting late, let's... Go home." … My name is Xu Yang, the yang of the sun. But I didn't know that there was another "me" hidden in the shadows of this world. He pricks the white bones, and I prick the yellow paper; he imprisons the living soul, and I prick the dead souls. The six halls of Yama, the three elders locking souls, and the leader of the Immortal Cult sit in Fengdu. They say that I am the only medicine guide in this world, and that I am the Yang body that must be sacrificed to heaven. But they didn't know that when "The Record of Yin and Yang Merits" turned to the last page. I use heaven and earth as paper, flesh and blood as bamboo, when I cast my last gaze on this human world. The gods and Buddhas in the sky are all made of paper!