[Intangible cultural heritage awakening + supernatural resurgence + raising a child] I’m a nobody in the entertainment industry, forced to return to my village to raise a child. I livestream making paper figures, repairing ancient clocks, and singing Nuo opera. Online, people laugh at me for being superstitious.
That is, until the supernatural resurges. Paper figures roam by night, and ghosts wail at their graves. Only my home stays brightly lit, with an army of paper figures standing guard in the courtyard. The ancient clock runs backward, and the sound of Nuo opera drives evil spirits away.
A special task force barges in late at night and asks my daughter in a trembling voice, “Little girl, what exactly has your father taught you?”
Six-year-old Xiaoxiao counts on her fingers. “How to make an army of paper figures, repair a timepiece, and summon gods to perform in the opera. Uncle, aren’t those... just common knowledge?”
Whispers echo from every S-rank forbidden zone around the world: “That being has finally begun training an heir...”
Watching my innocent daughter, all I hope is that she never finds out...
Every “craft” I taught her is an ancient forbidden art powerful enough to rewrite the course of civilization.
